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INDIAN CURRY RHAPSODY
(Sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)
Naan, just killed a man
poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle now he\'s dead.
Naan, dinner\'s just begun
But now I\'m gonna crap it all away.
Naan, ooh, ooh
Didn\'t mean to make you cry
Seen nothing yet just see the loo tomorrow
Curry on, curry on
Cause nothing really Madras.
Too late, my dinner\'s gone
Sends shivers down my spine
Rectum aching all the time
Goodbye onion bhaji, I\'ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan, ooh, ooh
This doopiaza is so mild
I sometimes wish we\'d never come here at all.
(guitar solo)
I see a little chicken tikka on the side
Rogan Josh, pass chutney made of mango
Vindaloo does nicely
Very very spicy Meat!
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani and a naan
(And loo loo loo)
I\'\'ve eaten balti, somebody help me
He\'s eaten balti get him to lavatory
Stand you well back
\'Case is 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 back again (There he goes)
Coming back again (up again)
Here it comes again.
(No no no no no no NO)
On my knees, I\'m on my knees
On his knees, Oh, there he goes
This vindaloo
Is about to wreck my guts
Poor me.. poor me...poor meee!
(guitar solo)
So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Oh maybe,
But now you\'ll puke like a baby
Just had to come out
It just had to come right out in here.
(guitar solo) (slow bit)
Korma, sag or bhuna bhaji, balti or naan
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference
To meee.... (Any way, the wind blows....shshshsh)
(Sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)
Naan, just killed a man
poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle now he\'s dead.
Naan, dinner\'s just begun
But now I\'m gonna crap it all away.
Naan, ooh, ooh
Didn\'t mean to make you cry
Seen nothing yet just see the loo tomorrow
Curry on, curry on
Cause nothing really Madras.
Too late, my dinner\'s gone
Sends shivers down my spine
Rectum aching all the time
Goodbye onion bhaji, I\'ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan, ooh, ooh
This doopiaza is so mild
I sometimes wish we\'d never come here at all.
(guitar solo)
I see a little chicken tikka on the side
Rogan Josh, pass chutney made of mango
Vindaloo does nicely
Very very spicy Meat!
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani and a naan
(And loo loo loo)
I\'\'ve eaten balti, somebody help me
He\'s eaten balti get him to lavatory
Stand you well back
\'Case is 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 back again (There he goes)
Coming back again (up again)
Here it comes again.
(No no no no no no NO)
On my knees, I\'m on my knees
On his knees, Oh, there he goes
This vindaloo
Is about to wreck my guts
Poor me.. poor me...poor meee!
(guitar solo)
So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Oh maybe,
But now you\'ll puke like a baby
Just had to come out
It just had to come right out in here.
(guitar solo) (slow bit)
Korma, sag or bhuna bhaji, balti or naan
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference
To meee.... (Any way, the wind blows....shshshsh)