Indian Curry Rhapsody

(To the tune of Queen's Bohemien Rhapsody)

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 by 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 dupiazza 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!
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 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 dupizza
Bhaji, naan or saag
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference
To meee....
(Any way the wind blows....shshshsh)