Sing, Sing they call him
Because he has something in his eyes, pure evil
He doesn't grow crops, he has a knife in his pocket
She doesn't know why

Sing, Sing I loved him
I followed him like a lord, all the way to the bottom
He slept all day, played cards at night
And I don't know why

Am I not better than
All the other ladies, all the feminine airs
When you see me, why do you call S.O.S.
At the sight of me S.O.S.

Sing, Sing has three buddies
Meeting them on the street is bad luck
They're too nervous, they sin while they sleep
She doesn't know why

Sing, Sing sometimes asks me
To hide this or that somewhere at the bottom
I'll take a penny or two, he has complaints
And I don't know why

She's obviously better than
All the other ladies, all the feminine airs
When he sees her, why does he call S.O.S.
At the sight of her S.O.S, S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
When he sees her, why does he call S.O.S.
At the sight of her S.O.S.

Sing, Sing suddenly lost weight in his eyes
And there's a chill in his voice
He's weak at cards, maybe he has someone else
She doesn't know why

Sing, Sing my little skylark
Where did your impeccable charm go
What are you dreaming about, what's bothering you
Tell me, tell me what

Am I not better than
All the other ladies, all the feminine airs
When you see me, why do you call S.O.S.
At the sight of me S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
When you see me, why do you call S.O.S.
At the sight of me S.O.S.

Am I not better than
All the other ladies, all the feminine airs
When you see me, why do you call S.O.S.
At the sight of me S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
At the sight of me S.O.S.