If you can play on 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 boy, go straight to hell boy

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 and Mamma-Mamma-Mamma-san?"

"Of you and Mamma-Mamma-Mamma-san"

Lemme tell ya about your blood, bamboo kid, it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

Straight to hell boy, go straight hell boy

Go straight hell boy, go straight hell boy

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 "Pssst, Hey chico we got a message for ya, see, vamos vamos muchacho"

From Alphabet City, all the way A to Zed, dead, head

Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy

Straight to hell

Oh Papa-san, please take me home

There ain't no need for ya, there ain't need for ya

Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy

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, in no man's land

There ain't no asylum here, King Solomon he never lived round here

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 now

Rickshaw rides, ten mile a penny, ten mile a penny, do you want?