Another - Not the right song -

Sal was me gal, everyone called her a daisy
Now other blokes' donahs are all very nice
but Sal was a daisy, no kid.
She had one fault, it was dancing it near drove her crazy
said she was dying to go on the stage
so one night, she went and she did.

First night she danced, I was in the gallery
Sal's frock was short, it didn't reach her knees
one Bob a night, that was all her salary
But when she came out, she never noticed me.

So never let your donah go upon the stage
unless you want to bring some sleepless nights on
for I tell you as a pal, you're sure to lose your gal
The moment that she gets the blooming tights on.