George used to live about 5 miles from me when I was growing up in Cheshire, he had a house on the Mere to Knutsford road.

Now Mr Woo was a laundry man in a shop with an old green door,
He'll iron all day your linen away, he really makes me sore,
He's lost his heart to a Chinese girl and his laundry's all gone wrong,
All dy he'll flirt, and scorch your shirt, that's why I'm singing this song.

Oh Mr Woo, what can I do, I've got the kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry blues,
This funny feeling is round me stealing,
Oh won't you throw your sweetheart over, do,
My vest's so short that it won't fit my little brother,
And my new Sunday shirt has got a perforated rudder,
Mr Woo, what can I do? I've got those kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry blues.

Now Mr Woo, he's got a laundry kind of tricky,
He starched my shirt and collar but he never touched my waistcoat,
Mr Woo, what can I do etc.....

Now Mr Woo, he's got a naughty eye that flickers,
You ought to see it light up when he's ironing ladies blouses,
Mr Woo What Can I do etc.......

Then there was that amazing ukelele, no one who tries to impersonate him can ever get it right

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