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