Land down under the odd lights, love Something you used to see Has crawled on your arm Then froze in your palm Then you start your fuss with me I conjure up a demon That splits my grace in two, It plays the lotto, only wins the bingo Then it leads all ladies to dine In my own private Vietnam My own private Vietnam Drunk walks and drunk talks, Drunk liver's getting weak, Drunk talks then drunk sleeps, His can*ls are starting to leak Splish splash goes the whiplash, It splits my face in two, There's one half for daddy, and one half for you, And the rest I'm selling as spam In my own private Vietnam My own private Vietnam Drunk walks and drunk talks Drunk falls down in a pit Drunk talks then drunk sleeps I'm so tired of this sh*t So start your fuss with me now, love Just start your fuss with me