Sausage Factory

Spoken word by G Dubya Clothespainter


The machines of the sausage factory
Whinge, Whine and Moan – as they rip apart little piggies
Bone by bone

The sausage factory men
All gather round, to speed up the production
Of the bacon machine that they’ve found

And the bosses all sit in rows
Of chairs made of sausage, cause they haven’t realised
Just how much they smell – ppppphew!

You see the workers wont tell them
It’s a terrible thing
Cause if they speak up – there’ll only be mashed potato for tea
So the sausage men, sit on their sausage made thrones
As middle management
Try to emulate them like drones

But they got it wrong – they bought chairs of cheese
Which bought rats to the factory,
Bringing the sausage tycoons to their knees!

So now the company is trading
From an overseas location
Cause the tariff’s too high on sausage and bacon

So no matter where you are
Or what you do for a job
Watch out for those who smell like cheddar cheese and try to suck nob.

Cause although factories are protected in a tax-free haven
The rats are still out
And they’re hungry for big sausage and ENOURMOUS bacon.

Where’s the cheese?
—  Peter, G’day,
—  Russell, G’day
—  Clarke
—  See you later!