Lime Street in the afternoon
Everybody crazy as a c#on
I’m running round in my underpants
Trying to find some kinda romance
Quarter past six on Lime Street
I got whipped right offa my feet
Didn’t realize that I’d been caught
Till I found myself in the County Court
‘Mr Judge,’ I said, ‘Won’t you please be kind
Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?’
Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown
‘Orphan or not, you’re going down!’
Well, I screamed on my knees in the witness box
‘Lord have mercy on my golden locks’
The judge I could see that he was snide
He says, ‘The only kind of blonde you are’s a peroxide!’
Oh Lime Street, Lime Street
Lime Street, that’s where we meet
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