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Lyrics for 'Lime Street Blues' by 'Procol Harum'
(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
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