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 USA?
In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom USA?
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?