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



'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