| Curry Rhapsody |
| (to be sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody if capable) Naan-a, just killed a man Poppadom against his head Had lime pickle, now he's dead. Naan-a, dinner just begun But now I'm going to crap it all away. Naan-a, ooh-ooh Didn't mean to make you cry, Seen nothin' yet, just see the loo tomorrow, curry on, curry on, 'cause nothing really madras. Too late, my dinner's gone Sends shivers up my spine Rectum aching all the time. Goodbye every bhaji, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and use loo. Naan-aa, ooh-ooh This Dupiaza's mild, I sometimes wish we'd never come here at all. I see a little chicken tikka on the side, Rogan Josh, Rogan Josh Pass the curry made of mango Vindaloo does nicely, very very spicy Me! Biryani (biryani) Biryani (biryani) Biryani and a naan O Vindaloooooooooooo (no no no no no no no no) I've eaten Balti, somebody help me (he's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory) Stand well back, this loo's quarantined Here it comes There it goes, Technicolor yawn I chunder No! It's coming up again (There he goes) I chunder It's coming up again (There he goes) I chunder It's coming up again Up again Here it comes again Here it comes again Here it comes again Here it comes again This vindaloo is about to wreck my guts, poor me, poor me, poor me! So you think you can chunder and think it's alright? So you think you can eat curry and drink all night? Ohh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby, Just had to come out, just had to come right out in here . . . Korma saag or bhuna, Balti, naan or bhaji, Nothing makes a difference to me, To me Anyway my wind blows . . . |
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