Freddy Mercury - Bohemian Curry

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Lyrics from the MIDI .kar music file

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Fire in the backside, no escape from reality

Open your eyes, look up in the sky and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high little low

Any way the wind blows
doesn't really matter to me, to me

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, didn't mean to make you cry
Seen nothin' yet, just see the loo tomorrow
Curry on, curry on as if nothing really madras.

Too late, my dinner's gone
Sends shivers down my spine
Rectum's aching all the time

Goodbye ev'ry bhaji, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.

Naan-aa, ooh, This Dupiaza's 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 of mango

Vindaloo does nicely
very very spicy ME !

(Biriani) Biriani (Biriani) Biriani
Biriani and a naan, (A vindaloo-o-o-o)

I've eaten balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory
Stand you well back 'cause this loo's 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
(Up again) coming up again
(Up again)
Here it comes again (Up again) Ah...

No, No, No, No, No, No, No,
I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
He's on his knees oh, there he goes

This vindaloo is about to rip my guts
Poor me, poor me, poor me

So you think you can chunder and still it's all right ?
So you want to eat curry and drink beer all night ?

Oh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby
Just had to come out, just had to come right out in here

Korma, saag or bhuna,
Paneer, naan, bhaji,
Nothing makes a difference,
Nothing makes a difference to me

Anyway, my wind blows . . . .