Dasyurus Maculatus
July 31st, 2004, 05:39 AM
The Indian version of "Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody ".
>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 Crap it All Away
>Naan, ohhhh ohhhhhh
>Didn't mean to make you cry
>Seen Nothing Yet Just See the 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've got to go
>Gotta Leave You All Behind And Use the Loo
>Nann, Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
>The Doopiaza is so Mild
>I Sometimes Wish We'd Never Come Here at All
>Curry On, Curry On Cause Nothing Really Madras
>
>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 Nann (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 Cause the Loo is Quarantine
>Here it Comes There it Goes Technicolour Yawn
>I Chunder NO! It's Coming up Again (There he Goes)
>Coming Back Again (Up Again)
>Here it Goes 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 It's About to Wreck my Guts
>Poor Me.... Poor Me..... Poor Meeee....
>
>(Guitar Solo)
>
>So you Think you can Chunder and Feel Alright?
>So you try to eat Curry and Drink Beer all Night?
>Oh Maybe, But now you Puke Like a Baby
>Just had to Come out It Just had to Come Right out in Here
>
>(Reprise)
>Korma, sag or bhuna
>bhaji, balti or naan
>Nothing makes a difference
>Nothing makes a difference
>Nothing makes a difference To meee....
>Anyway, my wind blows....shshshsh
>Chorus, repeat lyrics, and exit to 50 minute Jingly drum solo ... :cool:
>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 Crap it All Away
>Naan, ohhhh ohhhhhh
>Didn't mean to make you cry
>Seen Nothing Yet Just See the 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've got to go
>Gotta Leave You All Behind And Use the Loo
>Nann, Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
>The Doopiaza is so Mild
>I Sometimes Wish We'd Never Come Here at All
>Curry On, Curry On Cause Nothing Really Madras
>
>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 Nann (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 Cause the Loo is Quarantine
>Here it Comes There it Goes Technicolour Yawn
>I Chunder NO! It's Coming up Again (There he Goes)
>Coming Back Again (Up Again)
>Here it Goes 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 It's About to Wreck my Guts
>Poor Me.... Poor Me..... Poor Meeee....
>
>(Guitar Solo)
>
>So you Think you can Chunder and Feel Alright?
>So you try to eat Curry and Drink Beer all Night?
>Oh Maybe, But now you Puke Like a Baby
>Just had to Come out It Just had to Come Right out in Here
>
>(Reprise)
>Korma, sag or bhuna
>bhaji, balti or naan
>Nothing makes a difference
>Nothing makes a difference
>Nothing makes a difference To meee....
>Anyway, my wind blows....shshshsh
>Chorus, repeat lyrics, and exit to 50 minute Jingly drum solo ... :cool: