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 rus...
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 pappa-san, take me home See me got Photo photo photograph of you and mamma mamma mamma-san Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san Let me tell you 'bout your blood, bamboo kid It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice Straight to hell Go straight to hell boys Go straight to hell 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 want to play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Ha, junkie-dom U.S.A Where pro-caine proves the purest rock man groove And rat poison The volatile Molotov 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, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Oh, papa-san, please take me home
writers: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES, PAUL SIMONON, TOPPER HEADON
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