Holiday In Cambodia Ringtones

So, you've been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In your daddy's car, thinking you'll go far I would love to see you crawl Playing rap to show that you're super cool On your five grand stereo You're braggin' that you know how the homeboy feels But the hot-shotter you don't know And it's time to taste what you most fear And your piece of crap won't help you here So brace yourself, my dear So brace yourself, my dear 'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to bring a knife You real could creep, but you suck like a leech Everybody's got to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch, so you can get rich But your boss gets rich off of you You'll work hard with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers 'til you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now let's go where the people are one Now let's go where they get things done Come on, I wanna go, my son Come on and let's go, my son, I said (Pol) gonna see you down on your knees (Pot) hey pretty, you're born to please (Pol)I wanna see you ruin down your life (Pot) I want a hot-shotter running all night now (Pol) so I want a big bowl of Donald rice (Pot) I wanna see you running all night now (Pol) you've got a hot wax up on your sleeve (Pot) and it's a hot girl, hot girl there 'Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia And don't forget to bring a knife

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 Braggin' that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slum's 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 Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly snitch You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich While 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 the 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 Cambodia Where people are dressed in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot It's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told It's a holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Pol Pot

Well he was Thailand based She was an airforce wife He used to fly weekends It was the easy life But then it turned around And he began to change She didn't wonder then She didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He didn't need to pack They'd meet the next night He had a job to do Flying to Cambodia And as the nights passed by She tried to trace the past The way he used to look The way he used to laugh I guess she'll never know What got inside his soul She couldn't make it out Just couldn't take it all He had the saddest eyes The girl had ever seen He used to cry some nights As though he lived a dream And as she held him close He used to search her face As if she knew the truth Lost inside Cambodia But then a call came through They said he'd soon be home She had to pack a case And they would make a rendez-vous But now a year has passed And not a single word And all the love she knew Has disappeared out in the haze Cambodia, don't cry now, no tears now And now the years have passed With not a single word But there is only one thing left I know for sure She won't see his face again

Do you believe everything that you read Everything that you see on the set You look around at your sleepy little town And think that this is as good as it gets Well what you're lookin' at is heaven-sent Chorus Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid I got a holiday a paid holiday I got a holiday in my head And what you want, what you really need Are two different things wouldn't you say The line is thin between fun and sin And we're all clockin' in for the day And our only care is what to wear Chorus Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid I got a holiday a paid holiday I got a holiday in my head Bridge I got a job but i've got a problem 'Cause i eat too much and i can't afford to solve it When i'm savin' up for that cruise to the caymans And i'm hittin' the snooze so i can keep on dreamin' Instrumental I'm just tryin' to realize I'm just dyin' to open my eyes I'm just lookin' for paradise in my living room Chorus Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid I got a holiday a paid holiday I got a holiday in my head I've got a holiday a paid holiday I got a holiday in my head I've got a holiday a paid holiday I've got a holiday in my head

Day in, day out The same old voodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And darling, I think of you day in and day out Day out, day in I needn't tell you how my days begin When I awake, I awaken with a tingle One possibility in view That possibility of maybe seeing you Come rain, come shine I meet you and to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes The ocean's roar a thousands drums Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt? When there it is Day in, day out Day in, day out The same old voodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And darling, I think of you day in and day out Day out, day in I needn't tell you how my days begin When I awake, I awaken with a tingle One possibility in view That possibility of maybe seeing you Come rain, come shine I meet you and to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes The ocean's roar a thousands drums Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt? When there it is Day in, day out

There's snowflakes in the sky And geese are flying high But there's April in my heart again The devil's got his due Love's holiday is through Love and I have made A happy start again Though leaves lie on the ground The world just turned around It isn't fall at all, you see It's spring that I have found There's frost in Central Park At five it's almost dark What's the difference When you've heard love's sweet amend? There's snowflakes in the sky And geese are flying high But there's April in my heart again

I won a competition in a little column in my local paper So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper I sailed to Hawaii in the U.S.A. I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki I didn't realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases Because a genuine Hawaii ukulele cost me thirty guineas And even when I'm swimming, I have to pay I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki Oh yeah, yeah! Across the coral sands, I saw a hula hula dancer looking pretty I asked her where she came from and she said to me "I come from New York City And my mother is Italian and my dad's a Greek" I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki It's a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on the way to Kona And in a little shack they had a little sign that said "Coca Cola" And even all the grass skirts were PVC I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki Oh yeah, yeah! In Waikiki In Waikiki

Pimp In Me Yo, what's up baby? I can't even believe I'm bout to tell you this. But it's like every since I've been with you things you Know, just been changing. Parts of me have been dying. I just wanna tell you about it. Lately I feel like I've been slippin. And it's you that got me trippin. I can't control myself when I'm around you, oh. With any other I would've been done. Love to left the next one. But I just can't shake you off. Cuz you got it all girl. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The body of a call girl. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) With a mind of a teacher. (Yeah, yeah) That's why I need ya. (Yeah, yeah) I gotta let you know. [Chorus] Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Died) Died. (Died) Died. When I look into your eyes. (Eyes) Your eyes. (Eyes) Your eyes. (You don't know how hard I tried) Mature you. Not chill with you. Not to mess with you no more. Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Died) It died. (It died) Died, oh. It ain't no use in me faking. Here goes my heart girl, take it. Do what you wanna do but please don't play me out. Just understand what you have got here. I'm the realist you gone find here. I know you hear this all the time. My wearing my heart, it's on the line. Cuz you got it all girl. The body of a call girl. (Ohh) With a mind of a teacher. (Teacher) That's why I need ya. (Need ya) I gotta let you know. (I gotta let you know baby) [Chorus] Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Hey) (Died) It died. (Died) Said it died baby. When I look into your eyes. (Eyes) Your eyes. (Eyes) Said your eyes. (You don't know how hard I tried) Mature you. Not to chill with you. Not to mess with you no more. Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Died) Said it died baby. (It died) Hey, oh. Yeah... Baby I'm ready. (Ready) To give up the game, can't play no more. (No more) Do you think you ready? (Ohh) Don't you say yes unless you're sure. Many have tried to bring me down. (Baby) But I'm choosing you girl. (But I'm choosing you girl) To ride with forever, that's a long time. (That's a long time, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. [Chorus] Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Girl, the pimp in me just died) (Died) Died. (Ohhhh) (Died) Died. When I look into your eyes. (Eyes) (Oh baby) Your eyes. (Eyes) Your eyes. (You don't know how hard I tried) See you don't know how hard I tried to stay away, no no. Girl, the pimp in me just died. (Died) (It died) Said it died babe. I wanna cry babe. Yeah. I said yeah. Oh baby. I need ya baby. Hey. Yeah

Comme chaque année chaque été, Arrive l'époque sacrée pour les travailleurs du repos mérité fini le labeur, Pour enfin profiter des congés payés et des bons conseils de bison futé Et des tas de bagnoles bondées de bagages des guignols qui s'affolent, Des carambolages quel carnage sur l'autoroute! C'est vraiment dommage par un si beau mois d'août Et si le tube de l'été répété dans les FM Promettait de s'éclater sans rencontrer de problème Du bonheur dans les maillots, du beau temps à St Malo Pas de malheur du vent dans les voiles et des meufs à poils Il y a des scènes de ménage dans les embouteillages Les parents qui s'engueulent du péage à la plage A cause des tâches et des miettes sur les banquettes en skaï Et des claques dans la tête des gosses qui braillent Et ça fait marrer les mouettes Une fois le piquet du parasol planté Pour délimiter son mètre carré de serviette La famille complète est prête a tenir tête A résister à l'intrus qui tente de s'incruster A chacun son territoire et y aura pas d'histoire Réintègre ton camp avant que je t'éclate la rate Et t'atomise la tête comme une tomate écarlate A grands coups de raquette, allez casse-toi lopette Pendant ce temps je pratique la survie extrême L'expédition en zone urbaine, l'ascension d'HLM Non je ne verrai pas Juan les Pins Ni ta mère en maillot de bain pendant qu'elle pisse dans la mer, Moi je pète dans mon bain Cinq fois par semaines A passer étalés par centaines entassées au soleil Chaque jour est pareil à la veille Insolations, indigestions, hydrocutions sont les principales attractions Et ça fait marrer les mouettes Sous le béton, les pavés, pas de plage et j'enrage Je ne distingue au large que des naufrages mais pas de rivage Du haut du quinzième étage j'imagine des voyages idylliques Comme dans les magazines des pays fantastiques L'impression d'une seconde je vagabonde au 4 coins du monde Et puis je retombe au royaume des ombres Loin de ceux qui font la gueule les pieds dans l'eau comme au boulot Qui font la queue au resto comme au métro Et si le tube de l'été répété dans les FM Promettait de s'éclater sans rencontrer de problème Du bonheur dans les maillots, du beau temps à St Malo Pas de malheur du vent dans les voiles et des meufs à poils Holiday in France Holiday in France.