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