Singapore River
On the banks of the Singapore River,
Drinking a Singapore Sling,
And watching the moon's waning sliver,
Enjoying its last little fling.
As the jazz drifting out from the night clubs,
Whispers a gentle reprise,
We sit at the candle lit tables,
That border the edge of the quays.
Watching lights from the boats on the waters,
Ripple and dance on the waves,
Yet, to time, we are nothing but squatters
Unceasing we march to our graves.
On the banks of the Singapore River,
Drinking a Singapore Sling,
The cool of the night makes me shiver,
The music is losing its ring.
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