The Clash - Straight to Hell (edited version) lyrics

If you can play on 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 boy, go straight to hell boy 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?" "Of you and Mamma-Mamma-Mamma-san" Lemme tell ya about your blood, bamboo kid, it ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice Straight to hell boy, go straight hell boy Go straight hell boy, go straight hell boy 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 "Pssst, Hey chico we got a message for ya, see, vamos vamos muchacho" From Alphabet City, all the way A to Zed, dead, head Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy Straight to hell Oh Papa-san, please take me home There ain't no need for ya, there ain't need for ya Go straight to hell boy, go straight to hell boy 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, in 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 boy, go straight to hell boy Oh Papa-san, please take me home Oh Papa-san, everybody they wanna go home now Rickshaw rides, ten mile a penny, ten mile a penny, do you want?