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Thu, 24.09.2009

HERE COMES THE JUDGE by 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 pl

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