Singapore Silk Torpedo

I've sailed the seas, a hard sea dog to please.

Tattooed on my chest, is the girl I love best.

Back in 1954, on leave in old Singapore

I was soaking in gin, when Miss Foxy walked in.

She's my Singapore silk torpedo,

Wearing high satin non stick lip glow,

I fell a victim to this female hipno,

She's my Singapore silk torpedo.

She drives a Mercedes, she's queen of the ladies,

My China seas sweetheart, she tears me apart.

She's my Singapore silk torpedo.

You speak of love to her, a smile cracks her face,

She doesn't believe in rules, to her it's just a race.

She's seen both black and white,

You shouldn't go out tonight

Unless you me in to play it mean.

She's like a spike in the head,

I'd be better off dead,

Just can't shake her loose.

Now I'm hooked on this juice

We'll build a house on the cliff,

A small navy our gift,

Passing ships in the night,

Anchored safe we're alright.

She's my Singapore silk torpedo.