Chinese Laundry Blues

Chinese Laundry Blues - George Formby

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 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

Oh mr Wu what shall i do

I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues