POEMS "SAIGON TEA" Words by Jerry Campbell and Ed "Pappy" Hufft Sung to the tune of: "Wabash Cannonball" Well I came down to old Saigon To have myself a spree I took a little walk down Tu-do Street To see what I could see The day was hot and I was dry So I thought I'd have a drink As I sat down a coe walked up And gave me a little wink. She was the pearl of the Orient An almond-eyed little cat But Saigon tea costs two hundred "P" And I'm sorry about that. She said, "You number one G.I. You buy me Saigon tea?" I said, "No thanks, that stuff's no good And it costs too much for me." She said, "You number ten G.I. I don't love you any more." And then she spoke some more choice words, As she walked out the door. She was the pearl of the Orient An almond-eyed little cat But Saigon tea costs two hundred "P" And I'm sorry about that. The bartended poured me a glass of beer, And asked for a hundred "P". I didn't quite understand The way he looked at me. Well, war is Hell, you loose a few Some days you just can't win. But before I finished my Ba-Me-Ba, Another coe walked in. She was the pearl of the Orient An almond-eyed little cat But Saigon tea costs two hundred "P" And I'm sorry about that. She sat sown with a deck of cards Said, "We play five hundred gin, If I lose, I buy you beer, But it's Saigon tea when I win." Before I could speak, she shuffled the deck, And dealt us both a hand. She was the coolest little card shark, I'd seen in all this land. She was the pearl of the Orient An almond-eyed little cat But Saigon tea costs two hundred "P" And I'm sorry about that. She said, "How long you stay Saigon?" I told her I could not say I'll stay as long as my piasters last, And maybe that's one day. You Cheap Charlie, that's for sure' You'll never be my friend. So I figured that was the time to leave, And never come back again. She was the pearl of the Orient An almond-eyed little cat But Saigon tea costs two hundred "P" And I'm sorry about that.