This is the story of poor ole tom: 
He wakes, crusted in vomit 
He sobs, his bowels release 
His face is painted like a clown 
His face contorts in agony 

Poor Tom - Poor Ole Tom 
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom 
Poor Tom - Ole Poor Tom 
You wake and wait 
But you don't want to wait 
You drag yourself from sleep 
But look, Tom is coming kick him, kick him in the teeth 
 
He is a buffoonish harlequin 
With a nasty habit of getting 
The shit - the shit kicked out of him

The local Nazi bully boys 
Must be rid of Tom So the Death Camp will be immaculate 
When they turn the ovens on! 
They smashed his face in the shit 
He writhed in his death throes...