Lyrics
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
