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 the real Limehouse blues
Learned from chinkies those sad China blues
Rings on 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

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 the real Limehouse blues
Learned from chinkies those sad China blues
Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown
That is the story of old China town