Lyrics
The heat is on in Saigon
The girls are ready to screw
One of these slits here will be Miss Saigon
And since we're stuck here in hell,
What's a soldier to do
The stink is making me choke
Turns out this war is a joke
Turns out the joke is on you
Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've come to win Miss Saigon
I gotta get my friend laid as a last souvenir
I love you, pal, but your bullshit
I've had up to here
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
It's showtime!
(spoken) From Hai Phong to the Mekong Delta,
May I present the most beautiful girls in Saigon, Mimi...
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 ball, with a pin in my ass
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
I used to love getting stoned, waking up with some whore
I don't know why I went dead, it's not fun anymore
I'm seventeen, and I'm new here today
The village I come from seems so far away
All of these girls know much more what to say
But I know
I'm so much more than you see
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
I got a fever babe and you're gonna catch it
I got an itch and baby you're gonna scratch it
Mimi, Gigi, Yvette or Yvonne
Gonna buy me a beer, here's to you Miss Saigon
Yvonne, Yvette, Fifi, 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
How we get used to the smell
So let's get wasted, get high and get laid
A good-bye party in hell
And now who wins my little pussycat?
Number 66!
ALAIN ALBERT BOUBLIL, CLAUDE-MICHEL SCHONBERG, RICHARD MALTBY, STEVEN REINEKE
Warner Chappell Music, Inc.