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Bohemian Rhapsody!!!
FOR ALL YOU CURRY FANS - sing these "alternative" lyrics to the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody". The tune should be playing now, but if you've missed the start the click the "refresh" button at the top of you browser. Make sure you've scrolled down the page enough to read the lyrics before it starts!!!
ENJOY!!!
WARNING: MAKE SURE THAT NO-ONE IS WITHIN EARSHOT BEFORE YOU START TO SING!!!
Is this a Bhuna?
Is this a Jalfrezi?
Mixed up my order,
They all look the same to me
Open your gob,
Just have a taste and see.
I'm just a student,
Need something cheap to eat
Because I'm stoney broke
Not a bean
Don't remember
The menu I've seen
Korma, Saag or Madras
Doesn't really matter to me
To me... |
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, ooooh,
This Dopiaza's mild,
Sometimes wish we'd never come here at all. |
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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 for me! |
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani and a naan
O Vindaloooooooo |
I've eaten balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory
Stand well back
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)
I chunder
It's coming up again
Coming up again
Here it comes again
Here it comes again
Here it comes again
Here it comes again |
This vindaloo is about to wreck my guts
Poor me... Poor me... Poor me! |
So you think you can chunder and think it's alright?
So you think you can eat curry and drink all night?
Oh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just had to come out, Just had to come right out in here.... |
Korma, saag or bhuna,
Balti, naan or bhaji
Nothing makes a difference....
Nothing makes a difference to me
Anyway my wind blows |
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