[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]

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

[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

[Verse 2]

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 ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid

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

[Chorus]

Straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boys

Go straight to hell, boy

[Bridge]

Oh papa-san, please take me home

Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home

So mama-san says

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]

"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 Molotov says

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell"

[Verse 4]

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

No man's land

There ain't no asylum here

King Solomon, he never lived 'round here

[Outro]

Straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

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 now