MR WU'S IN THE AIR FORCE
As recorded by George Formby, 11-Nov-1944.

There's great excitement Limehouse way.
Mister Wu is gone, they say.
Packin' his laundry bag, he said bye-bye.
To the RAF he went with glee.
He said: "Please you takee me."
Now he's flyin' way up in the sky.

He's in the air force, is Mister Wu.
He's a rootin' tootin' shootin' pilot too.
His coat of arms are painted rather tricky.
It's two stiff collars and a shirt that's got no elbow.
He looks OK in his uniform, as you have guessed.
He chases women all day long and gives 'em no rest,
But his wife says as a night fighter he's one of the best.
He's in the air force now is Mister Wu.

His Limehouse bus'ness now is closed; that had to lapse,
But still his laundry trainin' is handy perhaps.
He used to stiffen collars; now he's stiff'nin' the Japs.
He's in the air force now is Mister Wu.

Our language so confuses him he gets in a mix.
When ordered on parade one day, gosh, what a fix!
Instead of wearin' camouflage he wore camiknicks,
'Cause he's in the air force now is Mister Wu.

He's in the air force, is Mister Wu.
He's a rootin' tootin' shootin' pilot too.
His coat of arms is painted rather tricky.
It's two stiff collars and a shirt that's got no elbow.
He goes out with his lady friend, Sally Mae Wong.
They love to talk of aeroplanes; now don't get me wrong.
He's so keen on his work he takes his blueprints along,
'Cause he's in the air force now, is Mister Wu.