If you can play on the fiddle
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How's about a British jig and reel?
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Speaking king's English in quotation
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As railhead towns feel the steel mills
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rust water froze
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In the generation
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Clear as winter ice
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This is your paradise
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There ain't no need for you
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There ain't no need for you
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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You wanna join in a chorus
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Of the Amerasian blues?
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When it's Christmas out
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in Ho Chi Minh city
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Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san
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Take me home
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See me got photo photo photograph of you
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Mamma mamma mamma-san of you
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and mamma mamma mamma-san
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Lemme tell ya about your blood bamboo kid.
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It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Oh papa-san, please take me home
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Oh papa-san, Everybody they wanna go home
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So mamma-san says
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(So mamma-san says) (repeat)
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You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
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On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
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In parkland international
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Hah! junkiedom U.S.A.
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Where procaine proves
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the purest rock man groove
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And rat poison
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The volatile molotov says
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(Go straight to hell boys)
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Can you cough it up loud and strong
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The immigrants they wanna sing all night long
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It could be anywhere
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Most likely could be any frontier
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Any hemisphere
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It's mo man's land
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And there ain't no asylum here
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King Solomon he never lived round here
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell boys
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Go straight to hell!
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Straight To Hell
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Lily Allen |