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INDIAN CRHAPSODY



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 throw it all away.

Naan, ooh, ooh

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back from the loo this time tomorrow Curry on, curry on Cause nothing really Madras.


Too late, my dinner's gone

Sends shivers down my spine

Bottom 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 dopiaza 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, Rogan Josh pass the chutney made of mango Vindaloo does nicely Very very spicy Meat!

Byriani (Byriani) Byriani (Byriani) Byriani and a naan (A vindaloo loo loo loo) I've eaten balti, somebody help me He's eaten balti, get him to the lavatory Stand you well back 'Case the loo is quarantined...

Here it comes There it goes Technicolor yawn I chunder No! I t'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 meee.. poor meeee...poor MEEEEEE!

[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 or dopiaza

bhaji, naan or saag

Nothing makes a difference

Nothing makes a difference


To meee....

(Any way the wind blows....shshshsh)