"Turkish Tram Conductor Blues" lyrics - THE MOVE

Hey Mr. judge, your trams are coming down the line
The cargo ain't too much if you can take some friends of mine
I've heard they smugglin' the goods
Along the western (middle?) line

One summer time there came a 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
Yeah yeah yeah!

Good shit, man!

All right! Oh yeah!