George Formby - Chinese laundry blues

^C7Now Mr. ^FWu was a l^Db7aundry man in a ^Fshop with an ^C7old green ^Fdoor Hed i^C7ron all day your li^Fnen away, he rea^G7lly makes me so^C7re Hes l^Gmost his he^C7art to a Ch^Gminese g^C7irl and his l^Faundrys al^Bbm6l gone wro^Fng All d^G7ay hell flirt and scorch your shirt Thats why Im singing this so^C7ng

^C7Oh Mr. ^FWu, what can I ^D7do, Im feeling k^G7ind of limehouse Chi^Db7nese ^C7laundry ^Fblues ^F7 This funny f^Bbeeling, keeps ^Bbmround me ste^Faling ^D7 Oh w^G7ont you throw your sweatheart over do^{C Am C7} My vests so sh^Fort that it wont fit^F7 my little brother And my n^Bbew sunday shirt has got a ^Db7perforated rudder Mr. ^FWu w^A7hat shall I ^D7do, Ive feeling k^G7ind of limehouse Chine^Db7se laun^C7dry bl^Fues

N^C7ow Mr. W^Fu, hes got a naug^F7hty eye that flickers You o^Bbught to see him wobble When hes iro^Db7ning ladies blouses Mr. ^FWu ^A7what shall I ^D7do, Ive feeling ki^G7nd of limehouse Chin^Db7ese laun^C7dry bl^Fues

^C7Now Mr. ^FWu hes got a la^F7undry kind of tricky Hell st^Bbarch my shirt and collars But hell ne^Db7ver touch my waistcoat Mr. ^FWu w^A7hat shall I ^D7do, Im feeling k^G7ind of limehouse Chin^Db7ese laund^C7ry bl^Fues