If you have a social problem,
Prospects of success are slim,
We just hope that you will telephone,
say: "Hello, is Heinrich in?"
We will send our representatives.
Don't be frightened when they call around.
For they are all men of action,
They will kick your front door down.
You gotta concentrate on camp,
In a concentration camp.
All dressed up like a vamp,
In a concentration camp.
We get rid of foolish people;
Brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts,
Close relations and nosy neighbours,
Cats and dogs and household plants.
So come along, we'll b-b-be d-d-delighted.
You can get a uniform for free,
Shiny boots, soft black leather.
Oh, how proud your mum will be.
You gotta concentrate on camp,
In a concentration camp.
All dressed up like a vamp,
In a concentration camp.
Do what you wanna do.
Say what you wanna say.
Lock 'em up in a prison.
Throw the key away.
Now the ones who laugh at you,
Thought you were a clown,
Gambled fate against your hate.
Throw them on the ground.
We'll go to a Berlin nightclub,
All the acts are so risque.
Many people have a motto:
Boy tomorrow, girl today.
Now's the time to leave your wardrobe.
Just forget your social bent,
Bring it all out in the open.
We can use your decadence.
You gotta concentrate on camp,
In a concentration camp.
Auschwitz, the blood lay there,
In a concentration camp.