[Verse 1]
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:

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
Limеhouse, that's where thе 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
[Verse 5]
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