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