So you've been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car you know you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
You like ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
So you can really know how the niggas feel cold
As I'm right gonna fight that hoes
It's time to taste to what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourselves my dear
Brace yourselves 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 look like you
Oh when we're all same you cut to those game
Every bank account goes two
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of the rice a day
Oh world goes just like over rest
Till now you pray for this other way
And now you come and go where people are one
'Cause 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
In 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
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol, pol pot
And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
In a holiday in Cambodia
Where the tourists will wreck your bones
Pol pot