In old Limehouse They call it orange blossom land I'm so weary 'Cause 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 Oh, Limehouse kid, 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! Limehouse blues, I've 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 ♪ Limehouse, that's where the blues are sung And if you want some egg foo young Turn right at Trafalgar and left at Leicester Square Off past Piccadilly and Jack, I ain't nowhere 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