So you can play on a 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's 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

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
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice

There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Y'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
Mama mama-san
Of you and mama mama-san

There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy