Help...Sausage Meat Machine Lyrics
Katherine Shorey Herold & Nicholas Herold
machine. The chorus goes something like
Oh Dunderbeck oh Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean
To ever have invented the sausage meat machine?
Now all the dogs and cats and rats will never more be seen.
For the've all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.
-Nicholas
James Prescott
> I'm looking for the lyrics about the inventor of the sausage meat
> machine. The chorus goes something like
This version I learned orally in the late 1950's in British Columbia.
Johnny Burvek
I knew a little Dutchman, his name was Johnny Burvek,
He used to deal in sauerkraut and sausage meat and Speck.
He made the finest sausages that you have ever seen,
And then one day in invented a sausage-making machine.
Chorus:
Oh, Mister, Mister Johnny Burvek, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbour's cats and dogs will never more be seen,
They've all been ground to sausage meat in Johnny Burvek'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 up a tune,
And all the little sausages, they danced around the room.
One day the darn thing busted, the darn thing wouldn't go,
So Johnny Burvek, he climbed inside to see what made it so.
That night his wife had nightmares, came walking in her sleep,
Gave the grank a helluva yank, and Johnny Burvek was meat.
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All my best,
James Prescott <ja...@nucleus.com> OR <pres...@acm.org> (PGP user)
James Stewart
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> In article <38948D93...@mediaone.net>, her...@mediaone.net wrote:
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> > I'm looking for the lyrics about the inventor of the sausage meat
> > machine. The chorus goes something like
>
> This version I learned orally in the late 1950's in British Columbia.
>
in that fine old book, Folk Songs for Fun by Oscar Brand. I think it also
appears in a boy scout song file I once found somewhere oin the web. Bothe
are under the title Dunderbeck's machine. My recollection is:
A man whose name was Dunderbeck invented a machine
For grinding meat to sausages and it was run by steam.
Now long tailed rats and pussy cats no longer will be seen
For they've all been ground to sausage meat by Dunderbeck's machine.
These German dialect songs were once very common though they seem to have
disappeared. Last year I had occaison to teach a couple of them to
elementary classes in arkansas and they found them to be strange and
wonderful. The other was, of course,
Was ist das here?
Das is t mine head thinker,
Mammma my dear.
Head thinker
Nick a nick a noo.
Dats vot ve learn in da school.
One might also note, in this regard, Sarasponda (a girl scout tune, I
believe) and Stoodla Pumpa.
Paul Burke
>
> I'm looking for the lyrics about the inventor of the sausage meat
> machine. The chorus goes something like
>
> To ever have invented the sausage meat machine?
> Now all the dogs and cats and rats will never more be seen.
>
> -Nicholas
Anyone remember this one (I only remember rthe chorus, and the gist of
the rest)..
I love my work and I love my wages
I love my boss, and he loves me too
Oh my lovely line of sausages
I'd surely die for the love of you
I think it's another one Ed Harper used to sing.
SLHinton17
Sun, wrote:
>I'm looking for the lyrics about the inventor of the sausage meat
>machine.
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HI. NICHOLAS --
Here is how we used to sing this when I was about 10 years old in Tulsa,
Oklahoma. (That was in 1927).
DUNDERBECK
1. There was a man named Dunderbeck, invented a machine.
It was for grinding sausages, and it did run by steam.
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs will nevermore be seen
They've all been ground in sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.
CHORUS: Oh Dunderbeck, oh Dunderbeck, 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 nevermore be seen ;
They've all been ground in sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.
2.Now one fine day a little boy came in the butcher's store.
There was a pound of sausages a-lying on the floor.
And while the boy was waiting there he whistled up a tune —
And the sausage wagged its tail and started skipping 'round the room.
CHORUS:
3. Now one night something was amiss, the grinder wouldn't run.
So Dunderbeck crawled right inside to see what must be done.
His wife she had a nightmare and was walking in her sleep;
She grabbed the crank and gave a yank — and Dunderbeck was meat!
CHORUS:
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The tune is "Song of a Gambolier" (also known as "Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia
Tech").
Sam Hinton
La Jolla, CA
Barrie McCombs
the "Prairie Home Companion Songbook", more recently known as "Johnny's Got A
Head Like A Pingpong Ball".
In the Saskatchewan summer camps I attended, we sang the name as "Johnny
Verbeck".
- Barrie
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Graham Holloway
writes
>Anyone remember this one (I only remember rthe chorus, and the gist of
>the rest)..
>
>I love my work and I love my wages
>I love my boss, and he loves me too
>Oh my lovely line of sausages
>I'd surely die for the love of you
>
>I think it's another one Ed Harper used to sing.
From the dim distant depths of my memory I think it's a song called
Sammy Bell written by Alex Glasgow. I learnt this from a singer named
Bob Buckle some 25 years ago. Anyone know of his whereabouts these days?
Well a little tale I'll tell, of a chap called Sammy Bell, who lived
down our street,
Well he laboured night and day, for his pain making sausages for you to
eat,
But unlike you and me, he was always full of glee. as he slaved along,
And every night at he cleaned his machine he sang this simple song:
Chorus:
I love my work and I love my wages,
I love my boss and he loves me too.
Oh my lovely line of sausages,
I'll surely die for the love of you.
Well Sammy never shirked, as he laboured at his work, on the sausage
machine,
He regarded every shift, as a Cinderella gift, from a fairy Queen,
His devotion was religious, his production was prodigious, he was
uncrowned King,
In the land of Saveloys, amongst the top Polony boys, you could hear him
sing:
Chorus
One day a little man, with a stopwatch in his hand, came to see our Sam,
And he said "Well I'll be damned, he's a sausage superman, for a
piecework plan",
He began to calculate a copper bottomed banger rate for all the men,
But when he put it to the test, they were quotered(?) from the rest, but
our Sam began to sing again:
Chorus
The Shop Steward said to Sam, "Our wages have been lowered due to your
mad pace,
It is not to be endured, won't you move a little slower for the
piecework rate?",
But our hero Sammy Bell said "You can damnwell go to hell and the Union
too,
There's a quota to be met, and I won't let it be wrecked by the likes of
you!"
Chorus
So the Shop Steward called a strike, and at the factory that night, Sam
was all alone,
And to meet the bosses' needs, his machine increased it's speed to a
high pitched drone,
On a sausage skin Sam slipped, by the mincer he was gripped, and it
didn't take long,
Before the sausages came out the other end, and they were singing Sam's
song.
Chorus.
--
Graham Holloway
