vung tau
vung tau
twas in vung tau vietnam that I met her, she was french and her name was mimi;
 she whispered so no one could hear her, "would you like to come upstairs with me?
" well, I admit she was very attractive, I admit I was very drunk too;
 so I gave her a couple hundred piastre, and took my place at the end of the queue.
40 minutes or longer I waited, to get to the room up above;
 and there I proceeded to indulge in 400 pi worth of legalized love.
 but when I woke the next morning, I was worried as worried coukld be;
 for the sake of a few moments pleasure, something dreadful had happened to me!
well, that is the end of my story, but the moral to you I must tell;
 if you ever get leave down in vungers, stay away from the old grand hotel!.
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peter dacey, an engineer in vietnam, of cooktown, qld, sang this song for me--it's self explanatory! p.
 or p is piastre, the local currency in rvn, wotrth about 1 cent.