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This is just a bit of fun. Makes sure you sing along
Bohemian Curry
To the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen
Naan-aa, just killed a man,
Poppadom against his head,
Had lime pickle now he's dead
Naan-aa, dinner had just begun,
But now Im going to crap it all away.
Didnt mean to make you cry,
Seen nothin yet just see the loo tomorrow,
Curry on, curry on,
Cos nothin really madras.
Too late, my dinner's gone,
Sends shivers up my spine,
Rectum's aching all the time.
Goodbye every bhaji, Ive got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan-aa, oo-oo-oo-oooooh,
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,
ME!!
Biryani (Biryani)
Byriani and a naan.
Vindaloo-oo-oooo
No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!!
I've eaten Balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory,
Then stand well back, cos this loo is quarantined
Here it comes
There it goes
Technicolour yawn
I chunder-
NO!
It's coming up again
(There it goes!) I chunder
It's coming up again
(There it goes!) I chunder
It's coming up again (Up again!)
Coming up again (Up again!)
No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!
I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees, (Oh there he goes)
This vindaloo
Is about to burst my guts
Poor me, poor me, POOR ME!
So you think you can chunder and its all right?
So you want to scoff curry and beer all night?
Ooohhh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just get it out,
Just get it right out of here...
(Guitar Solo)
Korma, saag or bhuna,
Balti, naan, bhaji,
Nothin makes a difference
Nothin makes a difference....to me......
(Anyway my wind bloooows.......)
Bohemian Curry
To the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen
Naan-aa, just killed a man,
Poppadom against his head,
Had lime pickle now he's dead
Naan-aa, dinner had just begun,
But now Im going to crap it all away.
Didnt mean to make you cry,
Seen nothin yet just see the loo tomorrow,
Curry on, curry on,
Cos nothin really madras.
Too late, my dinner's gone,
Sends shivers up my spine,
Rectum's aching all the time.
Goodbye every bhaji, Ive got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan-aa, oo-oo-oo-oooooh,
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,
ME!!
Biryani (Biryani)
Byriani and a naan.
Vindaloo-oo-oooo
No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!!
I've eaten Balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory,
Then stand well back, cos this loo is quarantined
Here it comes
There it goes
Technicolour yawn
I chunder-
NO!
It's coming up again
(There it goes!) I chunder
It's coming up again
(There it goes!) I chunder
It's coming up again (Up again!)
Coming up again (Up again!)
No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!
I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees, (Oh there he goes)
This vindaloo
Is about to burst my guts
Poor me, poor me, POOR ME!
So you think you can chunder and its all right?
So you want to scoff curry and beer all night?
Ooohhh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just get it out,
Just get it right out of here...
(Guitar Solo)
Korma, saag or bhuna,
Balti, naan, bhaji,
Nothin makes a difference
Nothin makes a difference....to me......
(Anyway my wind bloooows.......)