歌词
Hey Mr. judge, your trams are coming down the line
The car don't weigh too much if you can take some friends of mine
I've heard they smuggle immigrants
Along the western (middle?) line
One summer time ... gypsy caravan
Being so inclined run over the inspector man
Discovered they were yellow
And 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
Oh yes
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
Repeat first verse
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
Turn over turn over
I'd hate to throw you back again
Oh yes