William Holden is a soldier
And Nixon will not send him home
With every card game he gets older
So when on leave he needs to roam
Don't judge him by his desires
The puppet wires
Are strong
Oh
William Holden is a BART rider
Bound for Hong Kong or Seoul
William Holden holds a token
And asks
"Does this plane fly to Tokyo?"
In his nightmare she's a vampire,
And an empire,
And a song oh
But when he wakes up
There ain't no Suzy Wong
No
There ain't no Suzy Wong
William Holden is a brush fire
And only ghosts will walk him home
And in his horror movie quagmire
The truth got stripped right to the bone
He never was much of a listener
He needs a prisoner
To go with his war
Oh
So come along
On the search for Suzy Wong
There ain't no Suzy Wong
No
Hans moved back to live in Hamburg
He bought a wife,
Didn't you know?
She does the unthinkable absurd
She nails him to a pedestal
In his nightmare free of feeling
He is kneeling
At her throne
And she holds a cold revolver,
A problem solver,
Her chaperone
And you and know this is not right
But after midnight
Your halo's gone
One suitcase into the street hurled
And half of his world
Is still Viet Cong
Oh, don't you sing along
There ain't no Suzy Wong
No
There ain't no Suzy Wong
No
There ain't no Suzy Wong