The Kissing of Sal Snooboo

A bunch of the girls were whooping it up In the old Lip-stick saloon, And the kid at the player-piano Was twanging a jazzy tune, When out of the night with perfume on his shirt And stacomb upon his hair, A young man staggered inside the door And meowed like a grizzly-bear. He kicked the kid off the piano stool And sat him down to play. The piano yowled like an old tom cat To the tune of "Hip! Hurray!" Says he, "Gals, you don’t know me, But, by gosh, I know you, And one of you is a classy dame, And that one is Sal Snooboo!"

She squawked and somebody turned the lights, Something went "Smack!" in the dark. There was nothing for anybody to do But to stand still and s****** and hark. Somebody turned the lights on, And Sally was standing there, But the stranger wasn’t; he was done, And Sal was arranging her hair.