Procol Harum - Lime Street Blues Lyrics
(brooker / reid)*Lime street in the afternoonEverybody crazy as a coonIm running round in my underpantsTrying to find some kinda romanceQuarter past three [sic] on lime streetI got whipped right offa my feetDidnt realize that Id been caughtTill I found myself in the county courtmr judge, I said, wont you please be kindHave pity on me, a poor orphan child?Mr judge he says with a long mean frownorphan or not, youre 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 ares a peroxide!Oh lime street, lime streetLime street, thats where we meet