Now listen, pilot son, to me I'll tell you of my song When I left the shores of old Nha Trang and I landed in Saigon As I walked down Flower Street, a fair maid I did meet She asked me please to see her home, she lived on Tudor Street Well, it's hello Chuu Yen, my dear Chuu Yen Oh, you Saigon girls, can't you dance the polka? Now if you're willing, come with me and you can have a treat You can have a glass of Saigon tea or Ba Mi Ba 33 Well, we walked for about a mile or two, we finally found her hut Papa San was VC, Mama San chewed Beetle Nut And it's hello Chuu Yen, my dear Chuu Yen Oh, you Saigon girls, can't you dance the polka? When I awoke next morning, I had a naked head My pocketbook was empty and my lady friend had fled While looking round that little room, I couldn't see a thing But a poster saying Yankee Go Home and a picture of Ho Chi Minh Oh, where is Chuu Yen, my dear Chuu Yen? She can do a lot of things, but she can't dance the polka Well, we come to this conclusion, all pilots need a rest But if you go to Saigon, your morals it will test Well, the moral of the story, don't be a sinner Stop going down to Saigon, try the Red Cross Recreation Center Well, it's goodbye Chuu Yen, farewell Nook Mom I've traded in my aching head, I'll try a donut dolly Please pass the cookies, I want a glass of Kool-Aid Oh, you Red Cross girls, I wanna dance the polka Oh, you U.S. girls, can't you dance the polka?