If you can play 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 ice, this is your paradise      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 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   Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid   It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice      Straight to Hell boy   Go Straight to Hell boy   Go Straight to Hell boys   Go Straight to 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 druggie-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 Molatov says      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   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 boys   Go Straight to Hell boy      Oh Papa-san, please take me home   Oh Papa-san