So, you´ve been to school
for a year or two
And you know
you´ve seen it all
In daddy´s cyr,
thinking you´ll go far
Back east you type
don´t craw
Play ethincky jazz to
parade your snazz
On your 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 holiday in Cambodia
It´s tough kid, but it´s life
It´s 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 bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then you head is skewered on a skate
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 holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
Need a holiday in Cambodia
Where you´ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot
And it´s holiday in Cambodia
Where you´ll what you´re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum´s got so much csoul
Pol Pot
