"The Curry Song" lyrics
Hello, is that the Taj Mahal?
Chicken biryani, lamb passanda
Make it rogan a can of tizer
Cook it hot, hot hot hot
Coconut, mmm, not not not
2 keema naans, cheesy chips
Some of those nice spicy dips
Vindaloo, side of rice
Make it prawn, extra spice
Life at home
Or life away
Curry mile
Or east Bombay
Face to face or telephone
10 sat down or on your own
9 cold cobras, a lassi, mango
Ste likes fahl, I'm not a fan though
Munchin' bahjis, pakora nora
Madras, balti of course, a korma
Love this food, I love it all
From the Far Pavilion to the spiced Bengal
Tip my hat to the curry lovers
We're takin' over, sisters, brothers
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadom dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime, give me a ring
(I book a table for four)
My friends, they all dig chi-ar-neese
Fish n' chips, mushy peas
Subway subs, chipotle sauce
Cheese and toasted, but of course
But I'm a man who'd have much sooner
A nice cold Tiger with his bhuna
Send my arse through the fires of hell
Let Satan deal with the awful smell
On the road
Or flying high
Give me curry
Before I die
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give us a ring
It's my favourite place to go
It's my favourite place to go
It's my favourite place to go
In the world
I say keema, you say naan!
Keema, NAAN, Keema, NAAN
I say Rogan, you say Josh
Rogan, JOSH, Rogan, JOSH
I say Rogan, you say MOSH!
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give me a ring
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give us a ring
Chicken biryani, lamb passanda
Make it rogan a can of tizer
Cook it hot, hot hot hot
Coconut, mmm, not not not
2 keema naans, cheesy chips
Some of those nice spicy dips
Vindaloo, side of rice
Make it prawn, extra spice
Life at home
Or life away
Curry mile
Or east Bombay
Face to face or telephone
10 sat down or on your own
9 cold cobras, a lassi, mango
Ste likes fahl, I'm not a fan though
Munchin' bahjis, pakora nora
Madras, balti of course, a korma
Love this food, I love it all
From the Far Pavilion to the spiced Bengal
Tip my hat to the curry lovers
We're takin' over, sisters, brothers
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadom dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime, give me a ring
(I book a table for four)
My friends, they all dig chi-ar-neese
Fish n' chips, mushy peas
Subway subs, chipotle sauce
Cheese and toasted, but of course
But I'm a man who'd have much sooner
A nice cold Tiger with his bhuna
Send my arse through the fires of hell
Let Satan deal with the awful smell
On the road
Or flying high
Give me curry
Before I die
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give us a ring
It's my favourite place to go
It's my favourite place to go
It's my favourite place to go
In the world
I say keema, you say naan!
Keema, NAAN, Keema, NAAN
I say Rogan, you say Josh
Rogan, JOSH, Rogan, JOSH
I say Rogan, you say MOSH!
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give me a ring
It's my favourite place to go
It's a proper popadoma dinner
It's my favourite place in the world
If you fancy it sometime give us a ring
