Who's that Sally mentioned in the songs
That all you people are singing all night long?
Why can't she wait? Why is it too late?
Where has she gone?
Is she really that long?
What's the story with this uncle John?
Who's that Sally who can't dance no more?
She's clearly saying something
But she can't get off the floor
Now that she's back in town
Do you think she will finally lay down?
Did she go 'round the roses?
Did she slow her old Mustang down?
I hate her
I hate her
She doesn't deserve so much attention
But maybe you do
Who's that Sally that broke a Beatle's heart?
Meet her by the river's edge
And you'll travel South 'cross land
Made of cinnamon
Made of sugar and spice and all things nice
But she won't be your girl
If you ask her a thousand times
Who's that Sally sneakin' through the alley
She's always in an alley
'Cause nothing else rhymes with Sally
But they still write her songs
An awful lot of songs, I wonder why
And nobody ever wrote me one
Though my name is much easier to rhyme
I hate her
I hate her
She doesn't deserve so much attention
But maybe you do
But maybe you do
But maybe you do
And this song's for you