(Roy Wood)
Hey Mr. Judge
The trams are coming down the line
Their cargo ain't too much
It may contain some friends of mine
I heard they smuggle immigrants
Along the Western Midland line
One summer time
There came a gypsy caravan
Seemed so inclined
Ran over the inspector man
Discovered they were yellow
Promptly threw them in the can
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
I'd hate to throw you back again
Turn the volume up
Until you blow the speaker cone
Hey Mr. Judge
You have to give your dog a bone
There's a rhino in the kitchen
Send him on a tram back home
Hey Mr. Judge
The trams are coming down the line
Their cargo ain't too much
It may contain some friends of mine
I heard they smuggle immigrants
Along the Western Midland line
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
I'd hate to throw you back again
Hey Mr. Judge
The trams are coming down the line
Their cargo ain't too much
It may contain some friends of mine
I heard they smuggle immigrants
Along the Western Midland line
One summer time
There came a gypsy caravan
Seemed so inclined
Ran over the inspector man
Discovered they were yellow
Promptly threw them in the can
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
I'd hate to throw you back again
Turn the volume up
Until you blow the speaker cone
Hey Mr. Judge
You have to give your dog a bone
There's a rhino in the kitchen
Send him on a tram back home
Hey Mr. Judge
The trams are coming down the line
Their cargo ain't too much
It may contain some friends of mine
I heard they smuggle immigrants
Along the Western Midland line
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
I'd hate to throw you back again