The Heat Is On In Saigon

The Heat Is On In Saigon - Jonathan Pryce

Written by：Claude-Michel Schönberg

The heat is on in Saigon

The girls are hotter 'n' hell

One of these slits here will be Miss Saigon

God the tension is high not to mention the smell

The heat is on in Saigon

Is there a war going on

Don't ask I ain't gonna tell

How are you doing there John

I got the hots for Yvonne

We should get drunk and get laid

Since the end is so near

I tell you buddy I've had it

I don't want to hear

The heat is on in Saigon

But 'til they tell us we're gone

I'm gonna buy you a girl

You can buy me a beer

See my bikini it's just the right size

Don't you enjoy how it rides up my thighs

Look from behind it'll knock out your eyes

I'll show you: my special trophy of war

For a Marine I'll show more

You won't get up off the floor

The heat is on in Saigon

Don't tell me I'm reassigned all that chickenshit sucks

Tonight I'm out of my mind not to mention ten bucks

If I'm your pin-up I'll melt all your brass

Stuck on your wall with a pin in my a**

If you get me you will travel first class

I'll show you we will make magic cheri

You buy more tickets from me

The winner gets her for free

The meat is cheap in Saigon

Why can't I just play the game

We lost the war long ago

What is this bug up my a**

You tell me I don't know

I'm seventeen and I'm new here today

The village I come from seems so far away

All of the girls know much more what to say

But I know

I have a heart like the sea

A million dreams are in me

Good Jesus John who is she

The Cong is tight'ning the noose

Is it a week or a day or an hour that we got

Tonight could be our last shot got to put it to use

Tonight I bet that you and I will get along

Forget about the threat forget the Viet-Cong

Mimi Gigi Yvette or Yvonne

Gonna buy me a beer and elect Miss Saigon

Yvonne Yvette Mimi Kim Gigi

Attention s'il vous plait

By popular demand

Miss Gigi Van Tranh

Is elected Miss Saigon

The heat is on in Saigon

And things are not going well

But still at midnight the party goes on

A good-bye party in hell

And now who wins this pussycat