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No. 8 - Song - Ada - "Sal."
| Ada: | I'm sure you've never seen a gal Like my gal Sal, Because there's never been a gal Like my gal Sal. She's not the ordinary kind Of stupid gal you always find, Just talk to her and see, but mind She's my gal Sal. Sal, Sal, you're so original, You never do or say a thing Like any other gal, You can't look lovely 'cause you aren't, But you're a gal, you're a pal, In fact you're Sal, plain Sal. I'm sure you never kissed a gal Like my gal Sal, And if you have, I bet the gal Was my gal Sal. She's ugly, but when she's with me, She kisses so continually, I haven't time to look and see It's my gal Sal. Sal, Sal, you're so original, You never do or say a thing Like any other gal, You can't look lovely 'cause you aren't, But you're a gal, you're a pal, In fact you're Sal, plain Sal. Her face is quite a hopeless case, Is my gal's Sal, In fact her face is not a face, Is my gal's Sal, But when her mouth she opens wide I can see her little heart inside, It's then I'm just a man of pride For my gal Sal. Sal, Sal, you're so original, You've got a mouth that's not supplied To any other gal, You can't look lovely 'cause you aren't, But you're a gal, you're a pal, In fact you're Sal, (just) plain Sal. |
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British Musical Theatre | Three Little Maids
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