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No one knows where he comes from
And no one knows where he goes
But he's made from Bavarian sausage meat
From him head down to his toes

He might go to a blues club
Or he might go to a strip club
But wherever he goes
You know that he's the Sausage Man

(Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man
We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back)
(He's the Sausage Man)
(Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man
We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back)

Nobody got to know him
So nobody understands
Not even Tommy from The Kingskin Bakery
Know the magic of the Sausage Man

He hopped a bus to New York in 1973
He saw a steaming hot dog stand
So he ran across the street
A yellow cab sent Sausage Man
A-flyin' to the curb
And that's the last
(That's the last)
We ever heard of the Sausage Man

(Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man
We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back)
(Oh he's the Sausage Man)
(Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man
We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back)

He might go to a movie
He might go to a show
But wherever he goes
You know that he's the Sausage Man
(He's the Sausage Man)
But wherever he goes
You know that he's the Sausage Man

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from Wintertape 7: Redacted, released December 26, 2018

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