Lyrics:

When I'm getting home to you

I gotta show you what I can do

But everything connects and that ain't nowhere

Well, but maybe they're just giving you all you've ever wanted

And maybe you never ever know what that was

And maybe you're just finding it out now

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind



Technology satellite, well

What's wrong today and why was

Everyone so busy they've forgotten why they're playing

That he said, what's wrong today is what wrong with you

You're so solid, busy solid, that's all you do

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind

Your pretty little mind



Catch me your slaves, shot at

Every riffle on the way and I gotta

Show you more mustard gas than any girl ever seen

Since I been blasted, I've been blown, I've been backing away

You've got to back it away

You've got to take a search of values, yeah

But I've got a concert out to play

With a Vietnamese baby on your mind

Your pretty little mind

Your pretty little mind



When I'm getting home to you

I've got to show you what I can do

But everything connects and that ain't nowhere

No no no baby no nowhere

It just won't give a no

I'm talking about your overture

Talking bout your overture

Got to shout about your overture

Now that it's over, now that it's over

Now that it's over, what ya gonna do?