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
CHORUS
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
[varies between "boy" and "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-san take me home
See me got photo-photo
Photograph of you and
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice
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-
HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, 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 boys
Go Straight to hell boy
Rat Patrol version lyrics
As above, except:
And rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-
Pssst!
Hey Chico, we got a message for ya
Vamos vamos Muchacho!
From Alphabet City
All the way A to Z, dead head
[song ends on:]
Rickshaw rides!
Ten mile a penny
Ten mile a penny
Do you want any?