LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLime Street Blues
(Brooker / Reid)*Lime Street in the afternooneverybody crazy as a coonI'm running round in my underpantstrying to find some kinda romanceQuarter past three [sic] on Lime StreetI got whipped right offa my feetDidn't realize that I'd been caughttill I found myself in the County Court'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kindHave 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 snideHe says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!'Oh Lime Street, Lime StreetLime Street, that's where we meet
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