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You probably think that this is a funny joke, but as Freddie Mercury was in fact an Indian from Bombay, these are in fact the original lyrics.
Indian Curry Rhapsody sung to tune of 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, ooh, ooh 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. Naan, ooh, ooh This doopiaza 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) 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! guitar solo 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. guitar solo slow bit Korma, sag or bhuna bhaji, balti or naan Nothing makes a difference Nothing makes a difference to meee.... (Any way, the wind blows....shshshsh)
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