Limehouse Blues Lyrics

In old Limehouse
They call it orange blossom land.
I'm so weary
Cuz no-one seems to understand.
And those weird China blues
Never go away.
Sad, sad, mad blues.
For all the while they seem to say:

Oh Limehouse kid, oh oh Limehouse kid
Going away that the rest of them did.
Poor broken blossom and nobody's child.
Haunting and taunting, you're just kind of wild.

Oh! Limehouse blues,
I've seen the real Limehouse blues.
Learned from natives those sad China blues.
Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown,
That is the story of old China town.

Limehouse, that's where the blues are sung
And if you want some egg fu yung
Turn right at Trafalga and left at Lester Square
Off past Picadeli and jack I ain't know where

Limehouse in London's China town.
Limehouse, you'd better sail on down.
Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown,
That is the story of Limehouse.
Sad, sad story of Limehouse.
Limehouse in old China town.