Born in Kent, Judge Dread was the first White British recording artist to get a reggae hit in Jamaica. He got his stage name from a Prince Buster song, and his first hits were inspired by Prince Buster's single, "Big Five".
The Guinness Book of World Records credits Judge Dread for having the most banned songs of all time. Many of his lyrics have sexual connotations, with one song "Big Five" using rhyme to suggest lewd words while not actually saying them. A series of songs with "Big" followed by a number were some of his most notable hits — all of them featuring sexual and humorous lyrics. It is unlikely that you will ever hear his music on mainstream radio because of the nature of his lyrics.
Judge Dread died on stage in The Penny Theatre, Canterbury. At first, his collapse was thought to be part of his humorous and lively stage act, but it was quickly discovered that he was really dead.
In the 1970s, tabloid newspapers expressed concerns that young fans of the comic character Judge Dredd might buy Judge Dread's records by mistake, and hear things that may corrupt their minds.
Je T
Judge Dread Lyrics
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"Hello, what's your name?"
[Judge Dread]
"Dread"
[W]
"Not Judge Dread?"
[J.D.]
"Yes, that's right"
[W]
"Oh, I've always wanted to meet you"
[J.D.]
"Oh really, why?"
[W]
"Oh, I'm a really big fan of yours"
[J.D.]
"That's very nice of you to say that"
[W]
"Is It true?"
[J.D.]
"Is what true?"
[W]
"What they say about big nine"
[J.D.]
"Well, I think you'd better have a look for yourself"
[W]
"Oh, it's true, it's true! Come on Dread, get 'em off"
[J.D.]
"No, what do you take me for!"
[W]
"Come on, don't be shy"
[W]
"Now doesn't that feel better?"
[J.D.]
"Oh yes, those bloody boots were killing me!"
[W]
"Here, look at this"
[J.D.]
"Oh my god, I don't believe it!"
[W]
"Oh come on, touch it"
[J.D.]
"You must be bloody jokin', you're not even a proper woman!
You're a geezer dressed up! you're one of those Trans
What do they call 'em
Transvestites!"
[W]
"Oh come on dear, this is 1975"
[J.D.]
"Oh I don't know, every time I come out, every bloody time, it always ends up in sillys!"
[W]
"Come home and give me love please"
[J.D.]
"I'll tell you what, I'll give you bloody love!
I'll give you the rough end of a pineapple! Go on, fuck off!"
[W]
"Nasty man you"
[J.D.]
"Away!"
[W]
"What?"
[J.D.]
"Take your soddy handbag with you!"
[W]
"And I'm not going to buy anymore of your records! Fuck off!"
The lyrics in Judge Dread's song Je T have a conversational tone as they portray an interaction between the artist and a fan/excited admirer. The setting is not explicitly stated, but it appears to be a social event or club. The song's title refers to the French phrase "je t'aime" meaning "I love you." The woman starts the conversation by asking for the artist's name, to which he replies stating his stage name "Dread," but she immediately recognizes him as Judge Dread. She expresses her admiration for him and asks if it's true that he has a big "nine," referring to his penis. The artist does not entertain this question as he tells her to have a look for herself, but when she insists that she wants him to get naked, he refuses, stating that he is not that type of person.
The woman then goes ahead to show the artist her genitals, and he realizes that she is not a real woman but instead a "geezer" dressed up as one. He reacts with anger, calling her a transvestite and questioning why every time he comes out, things always end up in "sillys!" Finally, the woman asks the artist to come home with her and give her love, but he responds by threatening to give her the rough end of a pineapple and orders her to leave. The song's theme is prejudice and bigotry, highlighting the need to embrace diversity and avoid shallow judgments of others.
Line by Line Meaning
Hello, what's your name?
Opening line from the woman to Judge Dread asking for his name.
Dread
Judge Dread tells the woman his name is Dread.
Not Judge Dread?
The woman is not convinced that his name is Judge Dread.
Yes, that's right
Judge Dread confirms that his name is Judge Dread.
Oh, I've always wanted to meet you
The woman expresses her fanatical fascination to meet Judge Dread.
Oh really, why?
Judge Dread inquires about the woman's fanatical fascination.
That's very nice of you to say that
Judge Dread acknowledges the woman's admiration.
Is it true?
The woman asks Judge Dread about the authenticity of the rumors regarding his big nine.
Is what true?
Judge Dread is not aware of any rumors about his big nine.
Well I think you'd better have a look for yourself
Judge Dread suggests the woman see for herself if the rumors about his big nine are true.
Oh, it's true, it's true! Come on Dread, get 'em off
The woman confirms the authenticity of the rumors about his big nine and asks Judge Dread to show it off.
No, what do you take me for!
Judge Dread refuses to oblige the woman's request to take off his clothing.
Come on, don't be shy
The woman encourages Judge Dread to shed his inhibitions and reveal his big nine.
Now doesn't that feel better?
The woman suggests that removing his clothing would make him feel better.
Oh yes, those bloody boots were killing me!
Judge Dread complains about his boots hurting his feet.
Here, look at this
The woman shows Judge Dread something of interest.
Oh my god, I don't believe it!
Judge Dread is shocked by what the woman is showing him.
Oh come on, touch it
The woman coaxes Judge Dread to touch what she is showing him.
You must be bloody jokin', you're not even a proper woman! You're a geezer dressed up! you're one of those Trans What do they call 'em Transvestites!
Judge Dread insults the woman and accuses her of being a transvestite.
Oh come on dear, this is 1975
The woman dismisses Judge Dread's insults by pointing out the year.
Oh I don't know, every time I come out, every bloody time, it always ends up in sillys!
Judge Dread complains about something that always seems to happen when he goes out and calls it 'sillys'.
Come home and give me love please
The woman requests Judge Dread to go home with her and show her love.
I'll tell you what, I'll give you bloody love! I'll give you the rough end of a pineapple! Go on, fuck off!
Judge Dread becomes angry and tells the woman to leave while threatening her with violence.
Nasty man you
The woman insults Judge Dread by calling him nasty.
Away!
Judge Dread orders the woman to leave immediately.
Take your soddy handbag with you!
Judge Dread insults the woman again while ordering her to take her bag and leave.
And I'm not going to buy anymore of your records! Fuck off!
The woman tells Judge Dread that she will not buy his records anymore before leaving.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Lloyd Gitsy Willis, Paul Bartley, Sly Dunbar
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@karlschneider9479
My old group was going to do a tpur with him in the States. We had started to practice his material before he came over. About a week before he was coming over Dread had a heart attack.
@andreashollander4648
This one will hit the chart in Uganda
@paulharris9360
Politically correct 👍😅
@raybritton2923
Who is the female vocalist in this song?
I love this song, and she voices her words perfectly against Dread imho.
@especialreggaesaovicente3432
💜😎
@DirectInput
wtf man
@YYCkike
- Hello, what's your name?
- Dread
- Not is Judge Dread?
- Yes, that's right
- Oh, I always wanted to meet you
- Oh, really? Why?
- Well, I'm really big fan of yours
- That's really nice of you to say that
- And is true?
- Is what true?
- What they say about Big Nine?
- Well, I think you better have a look in yourself
- Oh, it's true... true
- Come on Dread, take them off
- No, what do you take me for?
- Come on, don't be shy
- Easy
- Now, doesn't that feel better?
- Oh yes... bloody boots were killing me
- Here, look at this
- Oh my God, I don't believe it!
- Come on, touch it
- You must be bloody joking! You're not even a proper woman! You're gay, just dressed up! You're one of those... a trans, what they call them? Transmistors!
- Oh, come on dear, this is 1975
- I don't know, every time I come out, every bloody time, it always ends up in sillies
- Come on and give me love, please
- I tell you what! I'll give you bloody love, I'll give you a rough end of a pineapple! Go out! Fuck off!
- You're a nasty maniac
- Oi! Take your sunny handbag with you
- "*@$%#^@! Fuck!
@johnnytheslider
"Sodding handbag"
@johnnytheslider
"You're a geezer dressed up"
@johnnyseven4086
"You're a geezer dressed up" "You're one of those... err trans, what they call them? Transvestites" "Oh, you nasty man, you" "sodding handbag"