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 n******gs 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 Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss a** or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.] 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