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Well when I landed in Vietnam,
I hardly got to see Saigon.
They shaped us up and called the roll
and off we went on a long patrol,
Swappin' lies, swattin' flies,
firing the odd shot here and there.
Captain called a halt one night
And we had chow by the pale moon light.
A lovely dinner they planned for us
With a taste like a seat on the crosstown bus.
Some of the veterans just left theirs layin' in the can
For the VietCong to find.
Said it was deadlier than a land mine.
Well, naturally somebody told a joke
and a couple of fellows began to smoke.
I took a whiff as a cloud rolled by
And my nose went up like an infield fly.
The Captain,this blonde fellow from Yale
looked up at me and said
"What's a matter with you, baby"
Well I may be crazy, but I think not;
I'd swear to God that I smell pot!
But who'd have pot in Vietnam?"
He said, "Whaddaya think you been sittin' on?"
All these funny little plants, thousands of them.
Good God Almighty!
Pastures of plenty!
So we all lit up and by and by
The whole platoon was flying high.
With a beautiful smile on the captains face
He smelled like midnight on St. Marks Place.
Crackin' jokes, cleaning his weapon,
chanting "Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna".
Well the moment came, as it comes to all,
That I had to answer nature's call.
I was stumbing around in a beautiful haze
When I met a little cat in black pj's.
He had a rifle, ammo belt, BF Goodrich sandals,
Looked up at me and said "What's the matter with you, baby"
He said "we're camping down the pass
And smelled you people blowing grass.
And since, by the smell, you're smoking trash,
I brought you a taste of a special stash,
Straight from Uncle Ho's victory garden
We call it Hanoi Gold."
So his squad and my squad settled down
And passed some lovely stuff around.
All too soon it was time to go,
The Captain got on the radio
Said "Hello headquarters! Hellloooo headquarters!
We have met the enemy and they have been smashed!
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