If you can play on the fiddle

How's about a British jig and reel?

Speaking king's English in quotation

As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust

Water froze in the generation

Clear as winter ice

This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya

There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

You wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues?

When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city

Kiddie say papa, papa, papa, papa

Papa san, take me home

See me got photo, photo

Photograph of you

And mama, mama, mama san of you

And mama, mama, mama san

Let me tell me 'bout your blood bamboo kid

It ain't Coca Cola, it's rice

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Oh papa san, please, take me home

Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home

So mama san says

Mama san says

So mama san says

So mama san says

You wanna play mind crazed banjo

On the druggy drag ragtime USA

In Parkland International

Ah, junkiedom USA

Where procaine proves

The purest rock man groove

And rat poison

The volatile molatov says

Go straight to hell

Go straight to hell

Can you cough it up

Loud and strong?

The immigrants

They wanna sing all night long

It could be anywhere, most likely

Could be any frontier, any hemisphere

It's no man's land

There ain't no asylum here

King Solomon, he never lived 'round here

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell