Wigwam Henry's Concentration Camp Brochure song lyrics

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"