Straight to Hell

Straight to Hell - The Wetdogs/Jones Michael Geoffrey/Mellor John/Headon Nicholas Bowen/Simonon Paul Gustave

If you can play

On the 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 boys

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

Let me tell ya 'bout

Your blood bamboo kid

It ain't coca-cola

It's rice

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Oh papa-san

Please take me home

Oh papa-san

Everybody

They wanna go home

So mamma-san says

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

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

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Go straight to hell boys

Oh papa-san

Oh papa-san

Please take me old

Please take me old