Chinese Laundry Blues

Lyrics

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 do? 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