Good mornin' Vietnam, how you doing?
It's me, your favorite son Janho
Set up your empires in the snow, whoa
C'mon Vietnam, let's go
Your tracing bullets fly through December
You get cold fusion nuclear war
You know that I will miss the screams, oh the screaming
That decorate your nights with laser-beams
Now the Vietcong and I, you know that we don't want to die
You get your crazy, violent nights, and help us know, whoa
Though you may not know our name, but we love you still the same
C'mon, c'mon Vietnam, let's go