03-28-2004, 04:39 AM | #1 (permalink) |
It wasnt me
Location: Scotland
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Bohemian Curry
<i>To be sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody.......</i>
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-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 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 spicey ME! Biryani (Biryani) Biryani (Biryani) Biryani and a naan, (A vindaloo loo looo...) 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 non o 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)
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03-28-2004, 11:57 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Femme Fatale
Location: Elysium
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silly
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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. |
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