There was a jolly Dutchman, His name was Johnny Verbeck. He made the finest sausages And sauerkraut and speck. He made the finest sausages The world has ever seen, Till one day he invented A sausage makin' machine. Chorus: Oh, Mr. 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 never more be seen. They'll all be ground to sausages In Johnny Verbecks' machine.

One day a boy came walking, He walked right 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 dancing 'round the room. Chorus: One day the machine got broken. The darn thing wouldn't go. So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed 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 Verbeck was meat. Chorus:

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