There was a little Dutchman, his name was Johnny Verbeck
He was a dealer of sausages and sauerkraut and spec
He made the finest sausages the world did ever see
`Til the day he invented the wonderful sausage machine
Chorus:
Oh, Mister Johnny Verbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will nevermore be seen
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine
One day a little fat boy came walking in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and piled them on the floor
The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune
And all those little sausages went dancing around the room
One day the thing got busted, the darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so
His wife she had nightmare, came walking in her sleep
She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat