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 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