Oh Mr. Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and dogs will nevermore be seen,
They've all been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.

There was a man from my home town
His name was Dunderbeck,
He sold a lot of sausages
And sourkraut by heck.
He made the greatest sausages,
That ever had been seen,
Until one day he invented a sausage making machine.

Oh Mr. Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and dogs will nevermore be seen,
They've all been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.

One day a little cub scout came walking in the store,
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor.
Then he began to whistle, he whistled up a tune,
And all those little sausages went dancing round the room.

Oh Mr. Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and dogs will nevermore be seen,
They've all been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.

One day the machine it busted, the darn thing wouldn't go,
So Dunderbeck, he crawled inside to see what made it so,
His wife, she had a nightmare while walking in her sleep,
She gave that crank one awful yank and Dunderbeck was meat.

Oh Mr. Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and dogs will nevermore be seen,
They've all been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck's machine.