(words by The Clash) If you could play on the fiddle Hows about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotations As railheads pound 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 You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys Wanna join in a chorus Of the Amer-Asian blues When it's Christmas down 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 "Let me tell you 'bout your blood bamboo kid It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice" Straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys Oh Mama-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says So you wanna play a mind-crazed banjo On the doggy-drug-drag time USA In Parkland International Junkiedom USA Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove And rat poison The volatile Molotov says You go straight to hell You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys You go straight to hell boys Yeah you go straight to hell boys