Whose that girl with the red hip boots
And the brief skirt, and dangling beads
Her presence protested by vice-ridden moots
Tis their tender that sows the seeds
She is seductive Sal
The touch-tone gal
The adventuring girl that gasps for money
Shadowed and shared by pernicious pimps
Bearing infection to scourged gunny
All enstiffening thoughts go limp
She is seductive Sal
The touch-tone gal
A gypsy of cheap hotel room rides
The occupation, no pension but reproach
Nor apparal of the Whitsundtides
Many a patron have made their broach
She is seductive Sal
The touch-tone gal