I love the lyrics of songs in the 1930s, from "legitimate hit songs" recorded by stars to little ditties sung in cartoon sung in Betty Boop episodes or these early Popeye cartoons. Here's an example, sung by Wimpy, who is cooking (that traitor) in "Bluto's Restaurant:"
"There's nothing in the world that can compare With a hamburger, juicy and rare
A hamburger lives For the pleasure it gives It's a thrill-on-the-bill affair
Such heavenly food deserves the best A home and contentment Beneath my vest
There's nothing in the world That's so divine As a hamburger tender and fine
I adore you, hamburger mine!
Unfortunately for Wimpy he is clobbered over the head as he is about the devour that "divine" hamburger. Bluto takes it and puts it in the safe! You get in the safe by dialing a telephone. As I've said a number of times, this is one reason I love cartoons: the outrageous things you see.
Anyway, "that's one hamburger he won't get," says the big boss as he locks it into the safe.
This cartoon has a couple of unique sight gags, such as Wimpy having the menu light up on his chest in neon, when Popeye asks what's cooking. It's also different in that Wimpy plays such a large role, and he rather than Bluto, is more of the "bad guy."
