So you been to schools for a year or two
And you think you've seen it all
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 ******s 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 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 *** while you ***** 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 what you need, my son
Is a holiday in Cambodia where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia where you'll kiss *** or crack

Pol pot pol pot pol pot pol pot
Pol pot pol pot pol pot pol

'Cause 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