I have to post this so I can get the window off my screen. When I was 7 or 8 my brother and I inherited my father’s 45s (that would be a record for those that don’t know) I also had some 78s and 33s of course. We had these until they became a victom of a mass cleaning around age 13. Anyhow, a few of the songs stuck so strongly in my head that every month or so for some unknown reason I hum the tune and a few lines to myself.
I originally thought this one HERE COMES THE JUDGE by Pigmeat Markham was on the B-side of The Monkees D.W. Washburn (D.W. Washburn plays in my head more often and more frequently than any other song I can think of).
Here are the lyrics:
HERE COMES THE JUDGE
Pigmeat Markham
Hear ye, hear ye
This court is now in session
His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin
Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing
It’s just about ready to do that thing
I don’t want no tears, I don’t want no lies
Above all, I don’t want no alibis
This Judge is hip, and that ain’t all
He’ll give you time if you’re big or small
All in line for this court is neat
Peace brother, here comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge
Everybody near or far
I’m goin’ to Paris to stop this war
All those kids gotta listen to me
Because I am the judge and you can plainly see
I wanna big ’round table when I get there
I won’t sit down to one that’s square
I wanna lay down the law to them that brought it
I’ll bust some head because I am the judge
He is the judge, he is the judge
Who’s there? I is. I is who?
I is your next door neighbor
Order in this courtroom, order in this courtroom
Judge, your Honorship, Hi sir
Did I hear you say “Order in the Court?”
Yes I said order in the court
Well, I’ll take two cans of beer, please
He is the judge, he is the judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge
I had a chat with Ho Chi Min
With cheap rice wine and chased with gin
Won’t take long unless I miss my guess
I’ll have you out of this doggone mess
I sent a cable to Bob and Mac
Let them know I’m comin’ back
Sit right down with Rock and Nick
Teach them boys some of Pigmeat’s tricks
Oh, oh judge, your Honor, Pigmeat said
“Don’t you remember me??”
No, who are you, boy
Well, I’m the feller that introduced you
To your wife… to my wife?
Yeh, life! You son-of-a-gun you
Come November, election time
You vote your way, I’ll vote mine
Cause there’s a tie, and the money gets spent
Vote for Pigmeat Markham, President
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
Now, everybody knows I am the judge
