Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where they all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh dear, Belsen was a gas! Oh dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
This is dead, This is glad
So brave, Belsen was a gas! Oh dear
Have you got your two lamp shades?
Different colors they don't fade
Come to the camp and catch a view
Beat to death, in your tomb
So brave
Belsen was a gas
Oh dear
Be a man
Belsen was a gas
Kill someone, kill yourself
Be a man, a pissed of man
Kill someone, kill yourself
Be a man
Belsen was a gas