作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys
You been to school for a year or two
Know you've seen it all
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 
CambodiaIt's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in 
CambodiaDon't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech you suck like a leach
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 
CambodiaWhere people dress in black
A holiday in 
CambodiaWhere you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol PotPol 
PotPol Pot
And it's a holiday in 
CambodiaWhere you'll do what you're told
A holiday in 
CambodiaWhere the slums got so much soul
Pol Pot