George Formby 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
I`m feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues.

Now Mr. Nu, 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.
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