Johnny Vorbeck
Lyrics
There was a little Dutch man, his name was Johnny Vorbeck He was a dealer in sausages, sauerkraut, and spec He made the finest sausages that you have ever seen And one day he invented, a sausage-making machine. Chorus: Oh, Mister Johnny Vorbeck, 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 never more be seen They'll all be ground to sausages, in Johnny Vorbeck's machine! One day a little Dutch boy, came walking in the store He bought a pound of sausages, and laid them on the floor The boy began to whistle, he whistled out a tune And all the little sausages, went dancing around the room. CHORUS One day the machine was broken, the darn' thing wouldn't go So Johnny Vorbeck, he crawled inside, to see what made it so His wife she had a nightmare, and walking in her sleep She gave the CRANK, a heck of a YANK, and Johnny Vorbeck was meat! CHORUS