There ain't no need for ya

Go straight to hell boys

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

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

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...

VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO

FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to hell

Can you really 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 and there ain't no asylum here

King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys