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Zazie
29.09.2001, 16:39
> > > > Indian Curry Rhapsody (Melodie: Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody)
> > > >
> > > > Na-an, just killed a man
> > > > Poppadom against his head
> > > > Had lime pickle, now he's dead.
> > > > Na-an, dinner's just begun
> > > > But now I'm gonna crap it all away.
> > > > Na-an, oo-oo-ooh,
> > > > Didn't mean to make you cry
> > > > Seen nothing yet but 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 have got to go
> > > > Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
> > > > Na-an, oo-oo-ooh,
> > > > This doopiaza 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 I've eaten balti, somebody help me
> > > > (He's eaten balti! get him to lavatory!)
> > > > Stand you well back
> > > > 'Case the loo is quarantined...
> > > > Here it comes
> > > > There it goes
> > > > Technicolor 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 me.. poor me...poor meee!
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > 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, sag or bhuna
> > > > bhaji, balti or naan
> > > > Nothing really matters
> > > > Nothing really matters
> > > > To meee....
> > > > Anyway, my wind blows....