Johnny Vorbeck

From Camp Yawgoog.Org

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.

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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.

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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! 

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