Lyrics:

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