Dunderbeck

This is a German tune My mother sang to us children On our Minnesota dairy farm During the 50's and 60's. Dunderbeck There was a little German boy His name was Dunderbeck He lived on sausage meat, sauerkraut and speck. He had a little butcher shop The finest ever seen, He was the man who invented Sausage meat by steam. Oh, mister Dunderbeck How could you be so mean I knew that you'd be sorry For inventing that machine For all the rats and tom-tailed cats No longer can be seen, They're all grounded up in sausage meat In Dunderbeck's machine. Something was the matter The machine it would not go, Old Dunderbeck crawled inside To see what he could know. Then old lady Dunderbeck Came walking in her sleep, She gave that crank such a terrible yank, That Dunderbeck was meat. Oh, mister Dunderbeck How could you be so mean I knew that you'd be sorry For inventing that machine For all the rats and tom-tailed cats No longer can be seen. They're all grounded up in sausage meat In Dunderbeck's machine. The next day at the funeral It seemed so very queer, When in the coffin there No Dunderbeck appeared But, what seemed more surprising Would surely make you swear, 200 pounds of baloney Lay in the coffin there.