Sing-Sing, that's how they call him
Because he has that bad look in his eye
He doesn't grow wheat, he carries a knife in his pocket
And I don't know why
Sing-Sing, I fell in love with him
He was my prince and he took me to the very bottom
All he does is sleeping in the day and gambling in the night
And I don't know what for
Well, am I not better than
All the other ladies, all the high-class women?
Why do you shout SOS when you see me?
SOS when you see me
Sing-Sing, he has three mates
It is bad luck to meet them on the street
They are too jumpy and they sin even in their sleep
And I don't know why
Sing-Sing, sometimes he asks me
To take a thing or two for safekeeping
I would take a few pennies for that and he holds a grudge
And I don't know why
Well, am I not better than...
Sing-Sing, suddenly he lost a lot of weight
And I can feel cold in his voice
He does not get good cards anymore, maybe he has someone
And I don't know why
Sing-Sing, oh my litle lark
Where have you lost your perfect charm?
What's in your dreams, what's your problem?
Tell me, tell me