Bohemian Curry

[Roger]

BOHEMIAN CURRY (to be 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-aa, dinner just begun

But now I'm going to rubbish 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 dinners gone

Sends shivers done 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, 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 spicy

Indeed!

Biryani (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

No!

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 no no 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!

****

(Guitar solo)

****

So you think you can chunder and still it's alright?

So you want to eat curry and drink beer all night?

Ooh 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).

[Sukhumvit]

Very nice.

 

Like the chorus.