Walked across the Golden Gate Bridge   Swear I didn't do what I did   I didn't watch her fall   No I didn't care at all   I just walked across the Golden Gate Bridge      Swear that there were no witnesses   The fog had just begun to creep in   It wrapped around my mind   Yeah, it wrapped around the moment   And to know that there were no witnesses      Yeah but she was something in her prime   Then she took to tweaking and lying   We used to dance and sing   Now we don't do a thing   Yeah but she was something in her prime      Now that bridge it's a modern miracle   Thousand of tons hung from the cables   But water's like concrete if you hit it at that speed   If she lived it'd be a modern miracle      Twas when I heard that foghorn blow   An ocean freighter crept down below   But I could hardly see, the icy wind was dicing me   I opened up my hand and let my pistol go   Into the fog below, foreshadow      Then I staggered to some tenderloin bar   Friends of ours had asked where you are   But I don't have a clue   You know I don't know what I'd do   Here's a dollar, go on jam it in your jar      And now lets drink to Joe   Joseph B. Strauss   Everybody in the house here's to old Joe Strauss   Mr. Joseph B. Strauss   The fantatic designer and architect of the Golden Gate Bridge   Connecting the gates of Marin to our beautiful city, San Francisco   Lets hear it for Mr. Joseph B. Strauss ladies and gentlemen          In the morning comes a knock on my door   My head was pounded from the long night before   I looked through my peephole   I started sinking in my soul   Some detective come a-knocking on my door   What for, huh?      So I opened up and I shook the man's hand   He says, "Uh good morning David I'm Inspector Callahan"   I said "That's got to be a joke   You're none of that dirty Harry bloke,"   But with a name like that I guess I understand   "Good morning Inspector Callahan"      So I offered the inspector some tea   And I say "Now why on earth have you, uh, come to visit me?"   He said "We found a body on Forth Scott, bullet riddled on the rocks   That's why I have come to visit thee   Double-D   Wait a minute that's me   I think he's on to me      Then I looked him and he looked at me   Point of nervous and anxiety   I didn't know what to say   You could cut the tension with a knife      So then I noticed he had not touched his tea   I say "Now come on Harry you don't think it's me   You see I've got an alibi, I ain't the guy   I turned around and she just vanished into the sea   Twasn't me Harry      Besides I was memorized by the bridge   Sunday afternoon all the tourists and kids   Looking at that beautiful city   You know, and the was fog creeping in   One minute I saw it, the next minute it was gone   Just like her   You know we had an arguement   I thought she took a cab home   She does it all the time   She leaves without saying goodbye   It wasn't me Harry      Besides what color did they paint the bridge   It certainly isn't golden   It's orange vermillion   Isn't that it   Or is it international orange?   Say like the right wing would call it international orange   And the left wing would call it orange vermillion   Because it sounds more...orange vermillion sound more faggot, doesn't it?   International orange sounds stronger, sounds more right wing   So we have these issues here   What is it international orange or orange vermillion   I'd say international orange      He says "David I didn't come here to discuss the color of the bridge   I come here to talk about what happened last night"      Says I don't believe you're telling me the truth   You see I have evidence here to give me the proof   They found this pistol on a ship   The Chinese freighter Yom Dom Kip   This pistol here is registered to you   Is that true?      And that body that they found in the bay   Ballistics made the match just today   Besides they got it all on videotape   These pictures ain't a fake   I believe you'll be coming with me Double D   Okay Harry, you got me      I said "Okay, alright, I'll go in peace"   And the stupid-ass he didn't even cuff me   And I got into his car but his car did not go far   You see I had some plans to get myself free      Twas then I pulled a razor from my shoe   And I cut the inspector until the inspector turned blue   Then I ran into the street, you know the streets are sweet relief   I had some plans of coming to join you   My baby true, I'm coming to join you      Then I took a bus out to the Golden Gate Bridge   That same bridge was packed full of tourists and kids   I said "Kid, want to see a trick   Something twisted and sick?"   Then I jumped right off the Golden Gate Bridge