Harum Procol – Lime Street Blues lyrics

(brooker / reid)*

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