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 [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 

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 

Your a star-belly sneech 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 on 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
Then your head 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
holiday in Cambodia
Where you`ll kiss [bad word] or crack 

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.]

And it`s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you`ll do what you`re told
holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul 

I Fought the Law (and I Won)
Drinkin` beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won 

I needed  and I got mine
I fought the law and I won 

The law don`t mean [bad word] if you`ve got the right friends
That`s how the [bad word] Twinkies are the best friend I`ve ever had
I fought the law 
And I won 

I blew George & Harvey`s brains out with my six-gun
I fought the law and I won 

Gonna write my book and make a million
I fought the law and I won 

I`m the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan
My cop friends think that`s fine
You can get away with murder if you`ve got a badge
I fought the law
And I won
I am the law
So I won