Lime Street Blues - Procol Harum
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Paroles Lime Street Blues
(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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