| So you been to school for a year or two
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| And you know you’ve seen it all
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| In daddy’s car thinkin' you’ll go far
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| Back east your type don’t crawl
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| Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
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| On your five grand stereo
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| Braggin' that you know how the niggers feel cold
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| And the slums got so much soul
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| It’s time to taste what you most fear
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| Right Guard will not help you here
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| Brace yourself, my dear
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| It’s a holiday in Cambodia
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| It’s tough there, but it’s life
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| It’s a holiday in Cambodia
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| Don’t forget to pack a wife
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| Thank you
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| Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
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| It’s a holiday in Cambodia
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| Where people dress in black
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| A holiday in Cambodia
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| Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
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| It’s Merry Christmas everybody |