John Wesley Harding - Punch'n'Judy

The radical gentleman
Complained about my bell
I said it was an organ
And I rang that thing like hell
The Objector backed me up on
Any name I said it is
And guess which one of them will live

While riding on my hobby horse
I was overthrown
To the doctor I was sent
To cure my broken bones
He beat me without reason
Til I had to give to him
A taste of his own medicine

They'll say that I'm an outlaw
But I tell you, that I'm your friend
You know I'm only in for
Punching Judy again