So, you've been to school 

For a year or two

And you know you've seen it all

In daddy's car

Thinking you'll go far

Back east your type don't crawl



Playing ethnicky jazz

To parade your snazz

On your five-grand stereo

Braggin' that you know 

How the niggers feel 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 forget to pack a wife



You're a star-belly snitch

You suck like a leech

You want everyone to act like you

Kiss ass while you bitch

So you can get rich

While 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 the 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 are dressed in black

A holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll kiss ass or crack



Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot



It's a holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll do what you're told

It's a holiday in Cambodia

Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot