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.