Lyrics My Gal Sal - Bobby Darin

They call her "Frivolous Sal"
A peculiar, sort of a gal
With a heart that was mellow
An all round good fellow was my old pal

Your troubles, sorrows and cares
She was always willing to share
A wild sorta devil
Dead on the level
Was my gal Sal

They called her "Frivolous Sal"
A very, very strange peculiar sort of a gal
With a heart that was mellow
An all round good fellow was my old pal

Talk about your troubles, sorrows and cares
She was always willing to share
A wild sorta devil
But dead on the level
Was my gal Sal