Procol Harum - Lime Street Blues | Текст песни

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• Lime Street Blues

Lime street in the afternoon
Everybody crazy as a coon
Im 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
Didnt realize that Id been caught
Till I found myself in the county court

mr judge, I said, wont you please be kind
Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?
Mr judge he says with a long mean frown
orphan or not, youre 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 ares a peroxide!

Oh lime street, lime street
Lime street, thats where we meet