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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 |