(I'm weary) ('Coz 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 Goin' 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 Got the real Limehouse blues Can't seem to shake off Those sad China blues Rings for your fingers And tears for your crown That is the story Of old Chinatown 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah Limehouse blues Got those real Limehouse blues Can't seem to shake off Those sad China blues Rings for your fingers And tears for your crown That is the story Of old Chinatown (Confucius say) (People who live in Limehouses) (Should maybe paint them a different colour?)