Right Lads Im off to the airport now to catch my holiday flight see you in two weeks guys
I shall leave you with this song to be sung to the tune of Queens Bohemien Rhapsody byeee
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 by this time tomorrow,
Curry on, curry on
Cause nothing really Madras.
Too late, my dinner's 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, oooh, oooh
This dopiaza is so mild,
I sometimes wish we'd never come here at all.
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
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
Stand you well back
'case the loo is quarantined....
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 meeee.... poor meeeee, poor MEEEEE
So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Oh maybe, but now you'll puke like a baby
Just had to come out,
It just had to come right out in here.
Korma or dopiaza,
Bhaji, Naan or Saag
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference
To mmmeeeeeee
(any way the wind blows.......)