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Now mr. wu was a laundry man in a shop with an old green door |
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He'll iron all day your linen away, he really makes me sore |
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He's lost his heart to a chinese girl and his laundry's all gone wrong |
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All day he'll flirt and scorch your shirt, that's why i'm singing this song |
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Oh mr.wu, what shall i do |
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I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues |
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This funny feeling keeps round me stealing |
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Oh won't you throw your sweetheart over do |
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My vest's so short that it won't fit my little brother |
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And my new sunday shirt has got a perforated rudder |
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Mr. wu, what shall i |
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I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues |
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Now mr.wu, he's got a naughty eye that flickers |
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You ought to see it wobble when he's ironing ladies blouses |
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Mr.wu, what shall i do, |
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I'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues |
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Now mr.wu, he's got a laundry kind of tricky |
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He'll starch my shirts and collars but he'll never touch my waistcoat |
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Mr.wu, what shall i do, i'm feeling kind of limehouse chinese laundry blues |
