You Better Call Sal Lyrics

You better call Sal

He's up in New England getting married

You better call Sal

He thinks that he's fallen in love

What he doesn't know is

After the show each night

I'm kissing Sarah

His soon to be Mrs. Ex wife

Well you better call Sal

You better call Derek

To tell him that Erin's a whore

While she's in his bed

Her clothes are still laying on my floor

I've kissed them all

Housewives from here to Peru

After 3 gin and tonics

I'm adding that list to you

Or something

I'm running second best

You know the rest, oh boy

Guess I'll see 'em all in hell

When they're ringing my doorbell

For Girl Scout cookies

Selling cookies

Someone better call sal

You better call Jason

Still got your bracelet in my bedside drawer

And I used to cry but

Your bullshit don't hurt me no more

I remember it well

The night that you told me you loved me

You snuck out of my bed

Went to brunch with his family, baby

I'm running second best

You know the rest, oh boy

Guess I'll see 'em all in hell

When they're ringing my doorbell

For Girl Scout cookies

To sell me cookies

Well I hope

You're doing well