The Indian Rhapsody as sung by Freddie Raj Mercury
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 ooh oooooooh.
Didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back from the loo by this time tomorrow.
Curry on, curry on.
Coz 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, ooooooooooh.
This korma is so mild.
I sometimes wish we'd never come here at all.
[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 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.
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, there he goes.
This vindaloo is about to wreck my guts.
Poor meee.. poor meeee...poor MEEEEEE!
(guitar solo]
So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Ooooooh maybe, but now you'll puke like a baby.
Just had to come out.
It just had to come right out in here.
[guitar solo]
[slow bit]
Through the ar*e.
Through the ar*e.
Bahji onion Bahji.
Korma, Naan bread.
Nothing makes a difference.
Nothing makes a difference to meee....
Any way the wind blows....shshshsh) o
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 ooh oooooooh.
Didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back from the loo by this time tomorrow.
Curry on, curry on.
Coz 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, ooooooooooh.
This korma is so mild.
I sometimes wish we'd never come here at all.
[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 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.
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, there he goes.
This vindaloo is about to wreck my guts.
Poor meee.. poor meeee...poor MEEEEEE!
(guitar solo]
So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Ooooooh maybe, but now you'll puke like a baby.
Just had to come out.
It just had to come right out in here.
[guitar solo]
[slow bit]
Through the ar*e.
Through the ar*e.
Bahji onion Bahji.
Korma, Naan bread.
Nothing makes a difference.
Nothing makes a difference to meee....
Any way the wind blows....shshshsh) o
