By/My/Song

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 you
There ain't no need for you
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys

You 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
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.

Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
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

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 molotov says

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
It's no man's land

And there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell!