(words by The Clash)

If you could play on the fiddle

Hows about a British jig and reel?

Speaking King's English in quotations

As railheads pound

The steel mills rust

Water froze

In the generation

Clear as winter's ice

This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya

There ain't no need for ya

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

Wanna join in a chorus

Of the Amer-Asian blues

When it's Christmas down 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 Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san

"Let me tell you 'bout your blood bamboo kid

It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice"

Straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

Oh Mama-san

Please take me home

Oh Papa-san

Everybody they wanna go home

So Mamma-san says

So you wanna play a mind-crazed banjo

On the doggy-drug-drag time USA

In Parkland International

Junkiedom USA

Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove

And rat poison

The volatile Molotov says

You go straight to hell

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

You go straight to hell boys

Yeah you go straight to hell boys