(Brooker / Reid)*
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Lime Street in the afternoon
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everybody crazy as a coon
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I'm running round in my underpants
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trying to find some kinda romance
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Quarter past three [sic] on Lime Street
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I got whipped right offa my feet
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Didn't realize that I'd been caught
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till I found myself in the County Court
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'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind
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Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?'
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Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown
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'Orphan or not, you're going down!'
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Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box,
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'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.'
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The judge I could see that he was snide
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He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!'
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Oh Lime Street, Lime Street
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Lime Street, that's where we meet
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Lime Street Blues
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Procol Harum |