Bohemian CurryNaan-aa, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle, now he's dead.
Naan-aa, dinner just begun
But now I'm going to crap it all away.
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 Dopiaza'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 chutney made of mango.
Vindaloo does nicely
Nery very spicey
Biryani and a naan,
(A vindaloo loo looo...)
I've eaten balti, somebody help me He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory Stand you well back Cause this loo 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 up again (There he goes) It's coming up again, (Up again) Coming up again (up again) Here it comes again (No no no no no non o no no No). On my knees, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees Oh there he goes This vindaloo Is about to wreck my guts Poor me... Poor me... Poor me! ***** (Guitar solo) ***** So you think you can chunder and still it's alright? So you want to eat curry and drink beer all night? Ohh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby, Just had to come out, Just had to come right out in here.... ****** (Guitar solo) ****** Korma, saag or bhuna, Balti, naan, bhaji. Nothing makes a difference Nothing makes a difference to me (Anyway, my wind blows.)