The Devil in Camp

Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 There's a camp, there's a camp by the frozen lake
 Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
 There's a camp, there's a camp by the frozen lake
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 Oh, with every belly starving and every finger numb
 But up on the hill, it's a red, red rum
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 There's a note, there's a note on the lean-to gate
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 There's a note, there's a note on the lean-to gate
 Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
 All ye little hungries, come in for a bite
 But every mother knows hold your children tight, oh
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 If you have to go out, take a gun and a lamp
 'Cause everybody knows there's a devil in camp
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 There's a trail, there's a trail leading to his gate
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 There's a trail, there's a trail leading to his gate
 Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
 Oh, of gingerbread men and buttons of red
 And another boy missing and another girl dead, oh
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 There's a cot, there's a cot where a woman wept
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 There's a cot, there's a cot where a woman wept
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 But we ain't seen of her for a moonlight or two
 That's her blanket in the snow and one of her shoes
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 If you have to go out, take a gun and a lamp
 'Cause everybody knows there's a devil in camp
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 There's a hole, there's a hole in a sick man's wall
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 There's a hole, there's a hole in a sick man's wall
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 And his eyes are yellow and he's too weak to shout
 And a hand creeps in and covers his mouth, oh
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 If you have to go out, take a gun and a lamp
 'Cause everybody knows there's a devil in camp
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 AAAWOOOOOOOO!
 There's a hill, there's a hill with a boiling pot
 Wah wah ooh ooh
 There's a hill, there's a hill with a boiling pot
 Wah wah ooh
 And a man with an apron and a dragglin' hoof
 B-b-bodies piled up, up as high as the roof
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
 End