So you been to school for a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont 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

Its time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear

Its a holiday in Cambodia
Its tough kid, but its life
Its a holiday in Cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife

Your 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 on you
Well youll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head 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:

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot etc.

And its a holiday in Cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

I Fought the Law (and I Won)
Drinkin beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won

I needed sex and I got mine
I fought the law and I won

The law dont mean shit if youve got the right friends
Thats how the countrys run
Twinkies are the best friend Ive ever had
I fought the law
And I won

I blew George & Harveys brains out with my six-gun
I fought the law and I won

Gonna write my book and make a million
I fought the law and I won

Im the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan
My cop friends think thats fine
You can get away with murder if youve got a badge
I fought the law
And I won
I am the law
So I won