So you been to schools
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 your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It`s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
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 forget to pack a wife
You`re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
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
Till you starve
Then your 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......
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 etc....
Where you`ll do what you`re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul