| The Guru's Indian 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 this time tomorrow
Curry on, curry on
'cause nothing really Madras
Too late, my dinners 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
Sometimes I wish we'd never come here at all
[guitar solo]
I see a liitle 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
Standing well back
In case the loo is quarentined
Here it comes,
There it goes
Technicolour 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 me...... poor mee..... POOR MEEEEE
[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 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 meeeee....................
(any way the wind blows..........shshshshsh)
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