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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 |
