HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA

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

 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. 

 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 

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