Vietnamese Baby Lyrics

When I'm getting home to you

I gotta show you what I can do

But everything connects

And that ain't nowhere

But maybe, they're just giving you all you've ever wanted

And maybe, you never ever know what that was

And maybe, you're just finding it out, now

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind

Technology satellite, well

What's wrong today and why was

Everyone so busy they've forgotten

Why they're playing that he said

What's wrong today is what wrong with you

You're so solid, busy solid, that's all you do

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind

Your pretty little mind

[Incomprehensible] me your slaves, shot [Incomprehensible]

Every riffle on the way and I gotta

Show you more mustard gas

Than any girl ever seen
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Since I been blasted

I've been blown, I've been backing away

You've got to back it away

You've got to take a search of values, yeah

But I've got a concert down to play

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind

Your pretty little mind

Your pretty little mind

When I'm getting home to you

I've gotta show you what I can do

But everything connects

And that ain't nowhere

No, no, no, a-baby, no, nowhere

It just won't give a no, no

I'm talking 'bout your overture

Talking 'bout your overture

Got to shout about your overture

Now' that it's over, now that it's over

Now' that it's over, now that it's over

What you gonna do?