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 go so much soul

It´s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help 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
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, 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!!

Pol Pot!