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So you've 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
Playing ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Bragging 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 there but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack
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