Procol Harum - Lime Street Blues текст песни

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(brooker / reid)*

5

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Lime street in the afternoon

1e
Everybody crazy as a coon

27
I'm running round in my underpants

26
Trying to find some kinda romance

5

2c
Quarter past three [sic] on lime street

25
I got whipped right offa my feet

28
Didn't realize that i'd been caught

2c
Till i found myself in the county court

5

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'mr judge,' i said, 'won't you please be kind

2b
Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?'

2c
Mr judge he says with a long mean frown

28
'orphan or not, you're going down!'

5

34
Well i screamed on my knees in the witness box,

2a
'lord have mercy on my golden locks.'

2c
The judge i could see that he was snide

3d
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