Bohemian Curry

BOHEMIAN CURRYS

Sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody

Naan-aa, just killed a man

Poppadom against his head

Had lime pickle, now he’s dead.

Naan-naa, 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 loo.

Naa-na, 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

MEBiryani (Biryani) Biryani (Biryani) Biryani and a naan,

(A vindaloo loo loooo..)

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

NoIt’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 non o 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 !(Guiter 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)

Korma, saag or bhuna,Balti, naan, bhaji.

Nothing makes a difference

Nothing makes a difference to me(Anyway, my wind blows.)