Saigon, oh Saigon, is a wonderful place, But the organization's a goddamn disgrace. There are captains and majors and light colonels, too, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Oh they sit at their desks and they scream and they shout, And they talk of a war they know nothing about. Against the VC they're not doin' too well, But if paper were cordite, we'd be blown to hell. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Oh, a Saigon commando's an unusual sight, He wears his fatigues though he's not in the fight. A knife and a pistol his daily motif, But you'll find him for lunch at the Circle's Sportif. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Well if you go to Saigon to visit this crew, They'll be all upset cause your brass isn't new. If you ask for more weapons, they'll think you're in fun. They know that advisors should not need a gun. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Most Saigon commandos now wear a bronze star, They got it for writing reports on the war. They've never been shot at nor seen a VC, But they know they deserve it, they work for MACV. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Well when this war is over and you all go home, You'll meet Saigon warriors wherever you roam. You'll know them by sight and they're not in your class. They don't have diarrhea, just a big chair-born ass. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do. Singin' dinky-dow, dinky-dow, dinky-dow-do, With their hands in their pockets and nothing to do.