There was a little Dutchman,
His name was Johnny Verbeck
He made the finest sausages and sauerkraut and speck.
He made the finest sausages that'll evermore be seen,
Till one day he invented a sausage makin' machine.
Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck how could you be so mean,
I told you, you'd be sorry for inventin' that machine.
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will nevermore be seen
They'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day a little Dutch boy came walkin' in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, He whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages went dancin' round the room.
Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck how could you be so mean,
I told you, you'd be sorry for inventin' that machine.
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will nevermore be seen
They'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
One day the machine got busted the darn thing wouldn't go,
So Johnny Verbeck he climbed inside to see what made it so.
His wife she had a nightmare, went walkin' in her sleep
She gave it a yank a deuce of crank and Johnny Verbeck was meat!
Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck how could you be so mean,
I told you, you'd be sorry for inventin' that machine.
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will nevermore be seen
They'll all be ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.
