Henry's Concentration Camp Brochure Songtext
von Wigwam

By Jim Pembroke

Luther whispered to Skruntchstein, "Time we begun
He′ll be sitting over there with his head undone
If he whines or says 'Oh no′, show him some fun
We know him inside out
Tuppence a ton - tuppence a ton"


Skruntchstein said to his right hand man, "Better load your gun
But make it look like candy-bar, in case he starts to run
And stick around with the spider's web, when the doing's done
We know him inside out
Tuppence a ton - tuppence a ton"

Right hand man took his bullwhip out and screamed for the nineteenth son
Who suffled in with his shirt all torn and his pants undone
"Get over here and lie right down, I′ll show you what′s to be done
We know you inside out
Tuppence a ton - tuppence a ton"

Nineteenth son screamed with all his might as the cartwheel spun
The right-hand man made the treadmill grind 'til it started to hum
"Let me out, I′ll pay my dues, just name your sum"
We know you kind inside out
Tuppence a ton - tuppence a ton"