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