Belsen was a gas I heard the other day

In the open graves where the jews all lay

Life is fun and I wish you were here

They wrote on postcards to those held dear

Oh dear



Sergeant majors on the march

Wash their bodies in the starch

See them all die one by one

Guess it's dead guess it's glad

So bad



Belsen was a gas I heard the other day

In the open graves where the jews all lay

Life is fun and I wish you were here

They wrote on postcards to those held dear

Oh dear



Be a man be a man Belson was a gas

Be a man kill somone kill yourself be a man

Be someone kill somone be a man kill yourself