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
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 Minh
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 sir
“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
In case of 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
Here comes the judge, Pigmeat Markham, de hitversie in VS en VK, 1968, en origineel – voorzover je ten opzichte van de twee onderstaande nummers van versies kunt spreken (niet dus…). Het geldt als een vaudevillenummer.
Hear ye, hear ye
The court’s in session
The court’s in session, now
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Stop eatin’ that fudge
Cause here comes the judge
Don’t nobody buzz
Cause here comes the judge
Judge Shorty is presidin’ today
And he don’t take no stuff from nobody
No kind of way
Hey boy, take off that hat
Where do you think you’re at
I know where you gon’ be
If you don’t heed my plea
I’m here to tell you
Court’s in session
Order in the court now
Court’s in session
Can’t nobody smoke now
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here come the judge,
Here comes the judge
Y’all here comes the judge
Order, order
What’s the first case on the docket
Judge I got a boy here who can’t dance
Can’t dance? Ah
Ninety days, thirty days for boogaloo
Thirty days to learn how to shing-a-ling
And thirty more for the Afro twist
Can’t dance, what is this
Court’s in session everybody quiet now
Court’s in session, here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Is that the man?
No, your honor
Does he look like the man?
No, your Honor
Well, I’m sorry you got to go now
Ah ha you can’t recognize the man
You got to stand guilty
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Ah yes, here comes the judge
They caught him stompin’ down the aisle
Yes here comes the judge
I’d rather be lost in the jungle of Brazil
Than to face the judge
This morning the way he feels
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge boy
Shorty Long voor Motown-sublabel Soul, 1968
The Magistrates, naar verluidt de Dovells in vermomming (maar wie doen de vrouwenstemmen?)
