So you can play on a 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's 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

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid

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

There ain't no need for ya

There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy

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 and

Mama mama-san

Of you and mama mama-san

There ain't no need for ya

There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to hell, boy

Go straight to hell, boy