So you've been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back East your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On you five grand stereo Braggin' that you know how the niggers feel the cold And the slum's got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear
It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't foget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers 'til you starve Then you head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son... What you need, my son... Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot
And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slum's got so much soul Pol Pot
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