Holiday In Cambodia

So, you've been to school For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Playing ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Braggin' that you know How the niggers feel 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 forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneetch You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich While 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 the 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 are dressed in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot 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 Pol Pot

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