| 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 |