Johnny Rebbeck's Machine
There was a little Dutch man
His name was John Rebbeck
He made the finest sausages you ever could expect.
He made the finest sausages you'd ever wanna see,
One day he invented a wonderful sausage machine.
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Oh mister Johnny Rebbeck how could you be so mean,
We told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs will never more be seen.
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Rebbeck's machine.
Once a boy came walking, a-walking through 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 when dancing round the room.
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One day the damn thing busted, the blame thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Rebbeck 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 Rebbeck was meat.
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From: Kathleen Steele
alt.music.folk
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