[Verse 1] I know people are starving You ask me to donate I'd like to oblige you If it's not too late [Chorus] My dead but tender body For dining shall be fit To send to Kampuchea For a funeral on a spit [Verse 2] I've seen the statistics Yes, it's touched my heart I don't have much money But I'd like to play my part [Chorus] You see, my dead but tender body For dining shall be fit To send to Kampuchea For a funeral on a spit [Verse 1] I know people are starving You ask me to donate I'd like to oblige you If it's not too late [Chorus] You see, my dead but tender body For dining shall be fit To send to Kampuchea For a funeral on a spit