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Lime Street in the afternoon Everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants Trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three [sic] 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 Lime street, lime street Oh! Lime street, that's where we meet "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!" 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 We're on Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet That's where we meet Well, on Lime street, everybody meet Through the mean, oh Beachside Street We're on Lime Street, where I couldn't We're on Lime Street, so sweet, oh
Writer(s): Keith Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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