Stoned in Saigon

The jungle is a live place Hell Except it’s got a yellow face Well Well Stoned in Saigon The gooks are dying easy A mother loving son A Stoned success of all events I pass the test but do not rest I’m feeling kind of queasy The Sargent uses cocaine Nice He’s out-of-sight and out-of-mind Twice Twice Stoned in Saigon The gooks are damn amazing Lying in a song While we can laugh about the past While rednecks bring (?) our photographs Without grass I think we’d all go crazy The company is good here Kind And mescaline is good out here Fine Fine Stoned in Saigon The gooks are dying easy A mother loving son Stoned in Saigon The gooks are getting lazy Lying in a song Stoned in Saigon The gooks are dying easy A mother loving son Stoned in Saigon The gooks are getting lazy Lying in a song Stoned in Saigon The gooks are dying easy . . .