Slick Singing Sally
Slick Singing Sally
She was called slick singing Sally
In a big rally down in the valley
Where she swiftly started to sing
And she gave it her everything.
You ought to hear her voice vibrate
Was so great we could hardly wait
She sure seemed so tall and thin
We wanted her to come back again.
Her eyes with mine would entwine
She was not Sally but Patsy Cline
Every time she sang her number
Said she was quite a cute cucumber.
Guess what next thing we planned
Was being in Grand Old Opera land
And said that she'd do some teaching
So we would stop all our screeching.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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