The Move - Turkish Tram Conductor Blues lyrics

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 sh**, man! All right! Oh yeah!