Karaoké Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

So you've 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

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 leech

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

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

Pol Pot

Pol Pot

Pol Pot

Pol Pot

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

Pol Pot