Straight to hell

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
 Y'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-san take me home
 See me got photo photo
 Photograph of you
 Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
 Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
 Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
 It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
 Straight to hell
 Go straight to hell boys
 Go straight to hell boys
 Go straight to hell boys
 Oh Papa-san
 Please take me home
 Oh Papa-san
 Everybody they wanna go home
 So Mamma-san says
 You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
 On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
 In Parkland International
 Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
 Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
 And rat poison
 The volatile Molatov says-
 Go straight to hell
 Can you really 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
 No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
 King Solomon he never lived round here
 Go straight to hell boys
 By Eric