Belgium Put the Kibosh on the Kaiser lyrics

A silly German sausage

Dreamt Napoleon he'd be,

Then he went and broke his promise,

It was made in Germany.

He shook hands with Britannia

And eternal peace he swore,

Naughty boy, he talked of peace

While he prepared for war.

He stirred up little Serbia

To serve his dirty tricks

But naughty nights at Liege

Quite upset this Dirty Dick.

His luggage labelled 'England'

And his programme nicely set,

He shouted 'First stop Paris',

But he hasn't got there yet.

For Belgium put the kibosh on the Kaiser;

Europe took the stick and made him sore;

On his throne it hurts to sit,

And when John Bull starts to hit,

He will never sit upon it any more.

His warships sailed upon the sea,

They looked a pretty sight

But when they heard the bulldog bark

They disappeared from sight.

The Kaiser said 'Be careful,

If by Jellicoe they're seen,

Then every man-of-war I've got

Will be a submarine'.

We chased his ship to Turkey,

And the Kaiser startled stood,

Schratch'd his head and said 'Don't hurt,

You see I'm touching wood';

Then Turkey brought her warships

Just to aid the German plot,

Be careful, Mr Turkey,

Or you'll do the Turkey Trot.

Belgium put the kibosh on the Kaiser;

Europe took the stick and made him sore;

And if Turkey makes a stand

She'll get gurkha'd and japanned,

And it won't be Hoch the Kaiser any more.

He'll have to go to school again

And learn his geography,

He quite forgot Britannia

And the hands across the sea,

Australia and Canada,

the Russian and the Jap,

And England looked so small

He couldn't see her on the map.

Whilst Ireland seemed unsettled,

'Ah' said he 'I'll settle John',

But he didn't know the Irish

Like he knew them later on.

Though the Kaiser stirred the lion,

Please excuse him for the crime,

His lunatic attendant

Wasn't with him at the time.

For Belgium put the kibosh on the Kaiser;

Europe took the stick and made him sore;

We shall shout with victory's joy,

Hold your hand out, naughty boy,

You must never play at soldiers any more.

For Belgium put the kibosh on the Kaiser;

Europe took the stick and made him sore;

On his throne it hurts to sit,

And when John Bull starts to hit,

He will never sit upon it any more.

• Artist:English Folk