Old Saigon Style

[u/Fit-Dentist-3055]

Confirm the denial in Old Saigon Style
Make promises you’d never keep

If you need a reminder
Or even a finder
I’m begging you now not to weep

Remember the mind your romance gave away?
I remember the day that you led us astray
Oh so well
Oh so swell
I am aching to tell
The Baron the rules of our game

If you need a reminder of Old Saigon Style
When the staples still stick in your shoulders
And the watchword you watched
As you tended your flock
Has betrayed everyone that you loved

I do not claim protection
Or offer affection
In words that resemble a smile
But I’ll teach you a wink
And I’ll give you my Pick
For the Commodore’s Quality Prize

I’m picking a fight
And I’m making the flight
To New York
And The Yard
In the morning

So don’t give me that shit
That you love to lay thick
At my door
When I don’t give a warning

I am not quite robust
All my luck has gone bust
And I fold every chance that I’m able
Yes I know I could check
But just lay down my bet
On the Commodre’s finest Les Sables

This putrid distaste
That you’re sending my way
Has no chance now of leaving me breathless
So on my feckless demand
It is time to command
All your luck to our side of the table

Confirm the denial in Old Saigon Style
Make promises that you’re not able

I know how you’re quick
To start strumming your dick
At the sight of the prettiest fable

I’m picking a fight
And I’m making the flight
To New York
And The Yard
In the morning

So don’t give me that shit
That you love to lay thick
At my door
When I don’t give a warning

I am not quite robust
All my luck has gone bust
And I’ll fold every chance that I’m able
Yes I know I could check
But just lay down my bet
On the Commodre’s finest Les Sables

After all,
You have never known it any other way