Mustache Sally,
Looks like you're growin' some mustache down.
Mustache Sally,
That lip hair that you've grown is blackish brown.
It's been growin' above where you frown now;
Oh, I guess you'll have to smear some waxing all around.

You have facial fur on hide, all 'round, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.
You've upper-lip fur on hide, all 'round, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.
You've got mean mien fur on hide, all 'round, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.

On girls, men aren't adoring, no,
The hirsute look there and above your eyes.
You got you a brand-new mustache, girl,
You look like my friend Clive. . .
Fuzzy down ain't signifyin' a woman,
Unless you're Frankenstein's bride

Mustache Sally,
Looks like you're sportin' some mustache down.
It is growin' out a blackish brown, now,
So, you gotta wax or hack
'fore you don that wedding gown.

You have facial fur on hide, all 'round, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.
You've upper-lip fur on hide, all 'round, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.
If you won't shave it, hide that down, Sally,
Hide, Sally, hide.