So, you've been to schoolFor a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allIn daddy's carThinking you'll go farBack east your type don't crawlPlaying ethnicky jazzTo parade your snazzOn your five-grand stereoBraggin' that you knowHow the niggers feel coldAnd the slum's got so much soulIt's time to taste what you most fearRight Guard will not help you hereBrace yourself, my dearBrace yourself, my dearIt's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough, kid, but it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't forget to pack a wifeYou're a star-belly snitchYou suck like a leechYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass while you bitchSo you can get richWhile your boss gets richer off youWell, you'll work harderWith a gun in your backFor a bowl of rice a daySlave for…