Lyric 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.