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