Posted on August 28, 2010 at 4:33 PM |
Ok, so here's me and my weird sense of humour again, but this time it's all the fault of Neville Harvey.............................singalonga Queen to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody - there ARE no prizes!
Nathan, this one's for you and the gang.
Phil
I want some real rice
Not just the basmati
Bring me the naan bread
Don’t forget the lambjalfrezi
Open some wine
I don’t want a cup of tea
I’m just so hungry
Salads won’t do for me
Because I’m easy come, easygo
T-bone steak? Don’t thinkso
Never liked my food plain
Got to be a curry for me
For me…..
Naan, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle, now he’sdead
Naan, dinner’s just begun
But I’m too pissed tonotice anyway
Naan, ooooooooooh
Didn’t mean to make you cry
Seen nothing yet just seethe loo tomorrow
Curry on, curry on
‘Cause nothing really Madras
Too late, my dinner’s gone
Sends shivers down my spine
Rectum aching all the time
Goodbye onion bhaji, I’vegot to go
Gotta leave you all behindand use the loo
Naan, ooooooooooh
The Dopiaza is so mild
I sometimes wish we’d nevercome here at all…
GUITAR SOLO
I see a little chickentikka 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 looloo)
I’ve eaten Balti, somebodyhelp me
He’s eaten Balti, get himto the lavatory
Stand well back ‘cause theloo is quarantined
Here it comes, there itgoes, will he let it go?
I chunder
NO!
It’s coming up again (thereit goes)
I chunder
It’s coming up again (thereit goes)
I chunder
It’s coming up again (letit go)
Coming up again (let it go)
Coming up again
Will he let it go?
No no no no no no no!
On my knees, on my knees
Oh will I ever let it go?
This Vindaloo is about towreck my guts
Poor me……poor me…….poormeeeeeeeeeeeeee
GUITAR SOLO
So you think you can vomitand feel alright?
So you think you can eatthis and drink all night?
Oh maybe, but now you pukelike a baby
Just had to throw up
Just had to throw right upin here
GUITAR SOLO
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Naan is all that matters
Anyone can see
Naan is all that matters
Naan is all that matters
To meeeeeee…………
Anyway the wind blows………….
Categories: Humor, Poetry & Lyric, Phil Neale
The words you entered did not match the given text. Please try again.
Oops!
Oops, you forgot something.