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 stereo. Braggin' 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 dear. It'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 wife. You'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 starve. Then 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 son.... Is a holiday in Cambodia. Where people dress in black. A holiday in Cambodia. Where you'll kiss ass or crack. Cold hot. Cold hot. Cold hot. Cold hot.... And it's a holiday in Cambodia. Where you'll what you're told. A holiday in Cambodia. Where the slum's got so much soul