In Limehouse Where yellow chinkies love to play In Limehouse Where you can hear those blues all day And they seem all around Like a long long sigh Queer sob sound Oh Honey Lamb they seem to cry
Oh! Limehouse kid Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse kid Going the way that the rest of them did Poor broken blossom and nobody's child Haunting and taunting you're just kind of wild Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse blues I've seen the real Limehouse blues Learned from chinkies those sad China blues Ring your fingers and tears for your crown That is the story of old China town.
Oh Dearie Right here in orange blossom land I'm weary 'Cause no one seems to understand And those weird China blues Never go away Sad mad blues For all the while they seem to say