The Wedding of Mr. Wu

There's going to be a celebration, down Limehouse way. For Mr. Wu and his Chinese girl are getting married today. All the folks who use his laundry, will be there to see them married wet or fine And the little church will sure be decorated, with the washing off the backyard line At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Wu, Oh what a sight, won't it be bright, there'll be colours there of almost every hue The "Chinese Laundry Blues" will surely be the wedding march. There'll be collars, ties and shirts and fronts and stockings full of starch. At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Wu. There's bound to be a lot of different nationalities There'll be some chaps with chopsticks trying to eat a plate of peas At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Wu. At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Wu. Oh what a sight, won't it be bright, there'll be colours there of almost every hue. They broke a piece of china, then the marriage vow was read, She took him home and broke a lovely tea-set on his head At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Wu.