He flew in from Singapore
Ooh, and the devil's gonna bring you down
He's got a finger in everyone's pie
And he's got what you want
Ooh, and his goods are gonna bring you down
If you ever come to him without money
For the people who are down on their knees
But if the price is right
You won't be asking him where it came from
From the swingin' sixties
He pushed his load down the Kings Road
Ooh, and his shovels gonna cover you