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Holiday in Cambodia

	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 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
	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
	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....
	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

	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 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
	You' re a starbelly 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
	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....
	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