Singapore Sadie

Singapore Sadie is three times the lady
Of anyone that you can name
That's why the tongues wag in the gob of each hag
Deficient in beauty and brain

She doesn't give you no lies and excuses
She circles the wagons with whoever she chooses

But her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true

Singapore Sadie, she leaves them all standing
The envious howl and they sigh
The talismans hang from her wrists and her ankles
To ward off the mischievous eye
Some girls just lay it all there on the table
But she keeps you guessing like Monroe and Grable

But her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true

Singapore Sadie she channels the dead
Like they're standing right there in the room
She can be forgiving, at times, to the living
O please number me in that crew

She don't dignify one eyed jakes or beginners
She don't hang around with no rocking horse winners

But her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue

But her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true
Burning and blinding and true
Burning and blinding and true