Aryan Jew Aryan Jew, don't know what to do can't say "Sieg Heil" in Hebrew Dad's in the party and Mom's in the oven how many miles to Bergen-Belsen? Beer hall putsch was just the start started to worship that moustachioed fart mom belonged to the temple of Bethel Heinrich, Joseph, I knew them so well. What's an eighteen year old to do? I should in camp cause I'm half Jew mom is starving and dad is well fed father's alive, but mom is almost dead. Got a black uniform, a red arm-band I play trumpet in a Nazi band don't know about the chambers and the ovens how many miles to Bergen-Belsen. Got a big nose and I've got straight blond hair I don't know how I got all those and as my parents go up into smoke I don't really care. My verse! My verse! Do it know--do it poetry form My father's side rules the class my mother's side was made into wax their light doth shine for the song tonight the candle that burns gives off her light.