'So you been to schoolFor a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allIn daddy's carThinkin' you'll go farBack east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazzTo parade your snazzOn your five grand stereoBraggin' that you knowHow the niggers feel coldAnd the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fearRight Guard will not help you hereBrace yourself, my dear: It's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough, kid, but it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneechYou suck like a leachYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass while you bitchSo you can get richBut your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harderWith a gun in your backFor a bowl of rice a daySlave for soldiersTill you starveThen your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are oneNow you can go where they get things doneWhat you need, my son:. Is a holiday in CambodiaWhere people dress in blackA holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]And it's a holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll do what you're toldA holiday in CambodiaWhere the slums got so much soul'(Dead Kennedys, 'Holiday in Cambodia')
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'So you been to schoolFor a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allIn daddy's carThinkin' you'll go farBack east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazzTo parade your snazzOn your five grand stereoBraggin' that you knowHow the niggers feel coldAnd the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fearRight Guard will not help you hereBrace yourself, my dear: It's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough, kid, but it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneechYou suck like a leachYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass while you bitchSo you can get richBut your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harderWith a gun in your backFor a bowl of rice a daySlave for soldiersTill you starveThen your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are oneNow you can go where they get things doneWhat you need, my son:. Is a holiday in CambodiaWhere people dress in blackA holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]And it's a holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll do what you're toldA holiday in CambodiaWhere the slums got so much soul'(Dead Kennedys, 'Holiday in Cambodia')