So you 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

Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Bragging that you know how the [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] while you [bad word] 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
And 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
What you need, my son

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss [bad word] 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 Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot!