So you 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 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 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!
Your 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 on 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 your head 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.]
And it`s a holiday in Cambodia, Where you`ll do what you`re told, A holiday in Cambodia, Where the slums got so much soul!