Year: 2004

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