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 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