Lily Allen - Straight To Hell

If you can play on the fiddle
Hows about a british jig and reel?
Speaking kings 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 yah
There ain't no need for yah
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys

Ywanna join in a chorus
Of the amerasian blues?
When its 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 bout your blood bamboo kid.
It aint coca-cola its rice.

Go straight to hell boys (go)
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

(So mamma-san says) (So mamma-san says)
(So mamma-san says) (So mamma-san says)

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In parkland international
Hah! junkiedom U.S.A.
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