Lime Street Blues - 2009 Remaster - Mono

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 six on Lime Street
I got whipped right offa my feet
Didn't realize that I'd been caught
'Til 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 is a peroxide!"

Oh Lime Street, Lime Street
Lime Street, that's where we meet
That's where we meet
We're on Lime Street
Whenever we meet
Through the mean, oh Beachside Street
We're on Lime Street
We're on Lime Street, so sweet, oh