Now when I landed in Vietnam,
I hardly got to see Saigon,
they shaped us up and called a roll,
an d off we went on a long patrol,
swapping lives, swatting flies,
firing the odd shot here and there.
The captain called halt that night
and we had chow by the pale moonlight
A lovely dinner they planned for us
Some of the veterans just left theirs
For the Viet Cong to find deadlier
Well naturally somebody told a joke
and a couple of the fellas began to smoke
I took a whiff as the cloud rolled by
and my nose went up like an infield fly
He looked at me and said what's
the 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 what do you think
He's funny little plants thousands
Well, we all lit up and by and by
The whole platoon was flying high
With a beautiful smile on the captain's face
He smelled like midnight on
Chanting the Hare Krishna
The moment came as it comes to all
when I had to answer nature's call
I was stumbling around in
when I met a little cat in black PJs rifle,
ammo belt, BF Goodrich sandals.
He looked up at me and said what's
the matter with you baby?
He said we're camping down the pass
and smell 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
so his squad and my squad
passed some lovely stuff around
all too soon it was time to go
the captain got on the radio
