A litle boy from south vietnam
Stepped in a mine and lost his arm

the ambulance arrived too late
It has been stopped by a granate

Finally in (the) emergency
They made a mistake and cut off his knew

He awaked, guess what he’d see
On a table lied his knee

Good morning Vietnam
one-armed, one-kneed thats 2:0 for the bomb
But everything else is fine,bomb’s away 1-2-3-4

the bomb is ticking
nurse becomes a grilled chicken
the boy survives and creeps away, hey

he is creeping home
but finds no one
in parts there lies his daddy
a bomb‘s been there already

mom dead - hey – brother dad – hey
dog dead – hey – fish dead – hey

there’s not much left of them
of our house and of me – oh no !

Good night vietnam
this day was fine but now its all to much
The fight was really fair
but ten : oh for the bomb is a bitter loss

Now I’m lifing in a tiny box
And life seems to me really paradox
I hear a quite sound thats coming near 1-2-3-4

Its a bomb that falling down
On the roof of his new home

with a big bang you lose the fight
you have to know the winner is the bomb