Off: The Curry Song

[Chris Warburton]

>From the Manband Mailing List
This may amuse some of you...
I think this version makes more sense than the original :-{P>
Cheers,
ChrisW
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>The Curry Song
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>regards
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>Rob Woolfe
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> Bohemian Curry (sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody)
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> Naan-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.
> Naan-aa, 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 the loo.
> Naan-aa, ooh ooh,
> This Dopiaza's 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 spicey
> Indeed!
> Biryani (Biryani)
> Biryani (Biryani)
> 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 no no 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)
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> Korma, saag or bhuna,
> Balti, naan, bhaji.
> Nothing makes a difference
> Nothing makes a difference to me
> (Anyway, my wind blows.)
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