Gridlock Mikey

Made me laff


To the tune of bohemian Rhapsody......

Bohemian Curry

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 crap 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 dinner's gone
Sends shivers up 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...

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(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 spicey
Indeed!
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani and a naan,
(A vindaloo loo looo...)
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) I chunder
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 all right?
So you want to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Ohh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just had to come out, Just had to come right out in here....

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(Guitar solo)
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Korma, saag or bhuna, Balti, naan, bhaji.
Nothing makes a difference.
Nothing makes a difference to me
(Anyway, my wind blows.)

Mikey <Crying with laughter having read it for the 4th time >

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