New York Dolls - Vietnamese Baby Lyrics
When I'm getting home to youI gotta show you what I can doBut everything connects and that ain't nowhereWell, but maybe they're just giving you all you've ever wantedAnd maybe you never ever know what that wasAnd maybe you're just finding it out nowWith a Vietnamese baby on your mindTechnology satellite, wellWhat's wrong today and why wasEveryone so busy they've forgotten why they're playingThat he said, what's wrong today is what wrong with youYou're so solid, busy solid, that's all you doWith a Vietnamese baby on your mindYour pretty little mindCatch me your slaves, shot atEvery riffle on the way and I gottaShow you more mustard gas than any girl ever seenSince I been blasted, I've been blown, I've been backing awayYou've got to back it awayYou've got to take a search of values, yeahBut I've got a concert out to playWith a Vietnamese baby on your mindYour pretty little mindYour pretty little mindWhen I'm getting home to youI've got to show you what I can doBut everything connects and that ain't nowhereNo no no baby no nowhereIt just won't give a noI'm talking about your overtureTalking bout your overtureGot to shout about your overtureNow that it's over, now that it's overNow that it's over, what ya gonna do?
