Chinese Laundry Blues

Now mr. wu was a laundry man in a shop with an old green door

He'll iron all day your linen away, he really makes me sore

He's lost his heart to a chinese girl and his laundry's all gone wrong

All day he'll flirt and scorch your shirt, that's why i'm singing this song

Oh mr.wu, what shall i do

I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues

This funny feeling keeps round me stealing

Oh won't you throw your sweetheart over do

My vest's so short that it won't fit my little brother

And my new sunday shirt has got a perforated rudder

Mr. wu, what shall i

I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues

Now mr.wu, he's got a naughty eye that flickers

You ought to see it wobble when he's ironing ladies blouses

Mr.wu, what shall i do,

I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues

Now mr.wu, he's got a laundry kind of tricky

He'll starch my shirts and collars but he'll never touch my waistcoat

Mr.wu, what shall i do, i'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues