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 you type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On you five grand stereoBraggin' 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 dearIt'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 wifeYou'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 starveThen 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 sonIs a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
Need a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crackPol Pot
Pol Pot
Pol Pot
Pol PotAnd it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll what you're told
Holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul
Pol Pot
Composição: Dead Kennedys / Jello Biafra.
