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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 froz in the generation
Clear as winter ice, this is your paradise
Chorus:
There ain't no need for ya, there ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
Wanna join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city, kiddie say pappa pappa
pappa pappa pappa san take me home
See me got photo, photo, photograph of you mamma mamma mamma san of you
and mamma mamma mamma san
Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid, it ain't Coca Cola it's rice
Chorus:
Straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
Oh pappa san, please take me home, oh pappa san, everybody they wanna go
home so mamma san says
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You wanna play mind crazed banjo on the druggy drag ragtime U.S.A.
In Parkland International, heh, junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison the
volatile Molotov says
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, 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
Chorus:
Straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys, go straight to hell, boys ...