[00:42.72]If you can play on the fiddle
[00:48.36]How's about a British jig and reel?
[00:52.80]Speaking King's English in quotation
[00:58.77]As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
[01:04.05]Water froze
[01:08.40]In the generation
[01:14.94]Clear as winter ice
[01:19.98]This is your paradise
[01:24.18]There ain't no need for ya
[01:29.28]There ain't no need for ya
[01:34.53]Go straight to hell boys
[01:39.84]Go straight to hell boys
[01:46.80]Wanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?
[01:56.82]When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city
[02:02.22]Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home
[02:07.38]See me got photo, photo, photograph of you
[02:12.60]And mamma mamma mamma-san
[02:14.70]Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
[02:19.74]Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid
[02:24.03]It ain't coca-cola it's rice
[02:28.02]Straight to hell boys
[02:33.21]Go straight to hell boy
[02:38.58]Go straight to hell boys
[02:43.95]Go straight to hell boys
[02:49.41]Oh papa-san
[02:52.02]Please take me home
[02:54.78]Oh papa-san
[02:56.49]Everybody they wanna go home
[02:59.64]So mamma-san says
[03:22.32]"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
[03:27.99]On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A?
[03:33.06]In Parkland international
[03:36.30]Hah, Junkiedom U.S.A
[03:43.26]Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
[03:48.66]And rat poison"
[03:51.33]The volatile Molatov says
[04:03.78]Straight to hell
[04:15.45]Can you cough it up loud and strong
[04:19.53]The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
[04:25.89]It could be anywhere
[04:28.59]Most likely could be any frontier
[04:30.90]Any hemisphere
[04:35.64]No man's land
[04:45.78]There ain't no asylum here
[04:51.12]King Solomon he never lived 'round here
[04:56.01]Straight to hell boy
[05:00.99]Go straight to hell boy
[05:06.27]Go straight to hell boys
[05:11.58]Go straight to hell boys

If you can play on the 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 boys
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
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
Straight to hell
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
Straight to hell boy
Go straight to hell boy
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys