Singapore Silk Torpedo
The Pretty Things
Ive 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.
Shes my singapore silk torpedo,
Wearing high satin non stick lip glow,
I fell a victim to this female hipno,
Shes my singapore silk torpedo.
She drives a mercedes, shes queen of the ladies,
My china seas sweetheart, she tears me apart.
Shes my singapore silk torpedo.
You speak of love to her, a smile cracks her face,
She doesnt believe in rules, to her its just a race.
Shes seen both black and white,
You shouldnt go out tonight
Unless you me in to play it mean.
Shes like a spike in the head,
Id be better off dead,
Just cant shake her loose.
Now Im hooked on this juice
Well build a house on the cliff,
A small navy our gift,
Passing ships in the night,
Anchored safe were alright.
Shes my singapore silk torpedo