[Originally by The Clash]
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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 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 ya
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Go straight to hell boys
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Y'wanna join in a chorus
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Of the Amerasian blues?
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When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
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Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
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See me got photo photo
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Photograph of you
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Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
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Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
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Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
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It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
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Straight to hell
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Oh Papa-san
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Please take me home
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Oh Papa-san
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Everybody they wanna go home
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So Mamma-san says
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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 the purest rock man groove
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and rat poison
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The volatile Molatov says-
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PSSST...
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HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
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VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
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FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD
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Go straight to hell
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Can you really cough it up loud and strong
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The immigrants
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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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No man's land 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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Straight To Hell
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| The Menzingers |
