We’re In Vietnam

Sent my girl some flowers but they died the next morning
Gave her candy kisses in a box with no warning
Now she's sick and I couldn't care today
I feel the same way
Now I'm sad but she couldn't give a damn
We're in Vietnam

Wish there was something to do instead of watching bombs
Told my girl to read a joke from somewhere in the psalms
Now I'm mad that I couldn't get the pun
Man, this ain't no fun
Now she's pissed cause she couldn't entertain
We're in so much pain

I decide I might as well writе songs to pass the time
Can't remеmber the occasion, whether not to rhyme
Now she's gone and I couldn't give two shits
I do miss her tits
Now I'm gone cause I couldn't take that scam
Back in Vietnam

It sure is great being aboard this TWA jet
On my way to Jamaica to try to find
A) you, and B) what the hell reggae means