The Fall of Saigon - This Heat, Charles Hayward, Charles Bullen

We ate Soda, the embassy cat

Poor Soda’s coda

No more da capo, she’s decapitated

Running 'round the room, half-baked

The other half is bacon and sizzling in the frying pan

We ate the TV

We ate the armchair

We ate the telephone

We ate the styrofoam

My God how we got so far only to reach so low

The Russians saved the janitor

Soda was a little tough to eat

No wonder she was hard meat

Out on the roof with the feline goose

But Soda had a heart of gold

The ambassador’s wife had the liver

«Please deliver us from evil,» she cried

«I know all about cats and their heavy vibes»

She was a very hip ambassador’s wife