Johnny Rebeck

On a street in Baltimore
There used to live a man
His name was Mr. Johnny Rebeck
And oh how he could plan
He had a lot of cats and dogs
He had some chickens too
So Johnny Rebeck he made a machine
And ground them all to stew

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
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 Rebeck's machine

One day a boy came walking,
a-walking in the store
He bought a pound of sausages
And layed them on the floor
He whistled out a merry tune
He whistled out a tune
And all the little sausages,
Went dancing around the room!

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
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 Rebeck's machine

One day the darn thing broke down,
The darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Rebeck stuck in his neck
To see what made it so
His wife was having nightmares
And walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a heck of a yank
And Johnny Rebeck was meat

Oh Johnny Rebeck, Oh Johnny Rebeck
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 Rebeck's machine