Lime Street Blues
by The Eagles
©1967 by Keith Reed & Gary Brooker
Lime Street in the afternoon
Everybody crazy as a coon
I'm running round in my underpants
Tryin' to find some kinda romance
Everybody crazy as a coon
I'm running round in my underpants
Tryin' 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
Til I found myself in the County Court
I got whipped right offa my feet
Didn't realize that I'd been caught
Til 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!
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!
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
Lime Street, that's where we meet