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If you can play on the fiddle |
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How's about a British jig and reel? |
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Speaking King's English in quotation |
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As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust |
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Water froze |
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In the generation |
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Clear as winter ice |
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This is your paradise |
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There ain't no need for ya |
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There ain't no need for ya |
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Go straight to hell boys |
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Go straight to hell boys |
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Wanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues? |
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When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city |
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Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home |
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See me got photo, photo, photograph of you |
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And mamma mamma mamma-san |
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Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san |
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Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid |
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It ain't coca-cola it's rice |
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Straight to hell boys |
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Go straight to hell boy |
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Go straight to hell boys |
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Go straight to hell boys |
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Oh papa-san |
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Please take me home |
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Oh papa-san |
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Everybody they wanna go home |
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So mamma-san says |
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"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo |
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On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A? |
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In Parkland international |
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Hah, Junkiedom U.S.A |
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Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove |
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And rat poison" |
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The volatile Molatov says |
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Straight to hell |
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Can you cough it up loud and strong |
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The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long |
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It could be anywhere |
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Most likely could be any frontier |
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Any hemisphere |
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No man's land |
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There ain't no asylum here |
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King Solomon he never lived 'round here |
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Straight to hell boy |
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Go straight to hell boy |
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Go straight to hell boys |
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Go straight to hell boys |