Text: Lily Allen. Straight To Hell.

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

You 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
Papa san, take me home

See me got photo, photo
Photograph of you
And mama, mama, mama san of you
And mama, mama, mama san

Let me tell me 'bout your blood bamboo kid
It ain't Coca Cola, it's rice

Go 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
So mama san says

Mama san says
So mama san says
So mama san says

You wanna play mind crazed banjo
On the druggy drag ragtime USA
In Parkland International
Ah, junkiedom USA

Where procaine proves
The purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile molatov says

Go straight to hell
Go straight to hell

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
It's no man's land

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