I see a little silhouetto of a man

(Original post by musicboy)
Bohemian Curry (for those of you who haven't already seen this)

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...

(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
Me!
Biryani (biryani)
Biryani (biryani)
Biryani and a naan
(A vindaloo loo boo...)
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 alright?
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....

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