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