[IRISH JONNY]

Originally Posted by Coolhand

To be sung to the tune of Bohemian Raphsody:


Naan-aa, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle now he’s dead.
Naan-aa, dinner’s just begun
But now I’m going to c*ap it all away.
Naan-aa. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Didn’t mean to make you cry
See nothin’ yet just see the loo tomorrow
Curry on, Curry on
‘cause nothing really madras.

Too late, my dinner’s gone
Shends sivers down my spine
Bottom’s 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-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 spicey
ME!
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani and a naan
A vindaloo loo looo….)
I’ve eaten a balti, someone help me
He’s eaten a balti, get him to the 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 vidaloo
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?
Oh 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)

ITS A PITY I CANT SING........
BUT I HAD A GOOD LAUGH READING IT......................




JONNY