Drive Back to Phnom Penh

[Verse 1]
Couldn't really tell what this girl was about
Cigarette hanging from the side of her mouth
Had a big forced grin from ear to chin that said:
"I'm not your type, I'm not your type, I'm not your type"

[Verse 2]
Met the same girl on the way to the boat
Said she was down from Laos, could she come on board?
I said sure, jump on, come along for the ride
Though I'm sure we'll die, I'm sure we'll die, sure we'll die..

[Outro]
I'm alone, I'm waiting on shore
Waiting to get on board