Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Curry Song - just something silly

Thanks to the perspicacious Publius Ovidius for this bon mot, which I post in recognition of Got Curry?, a new Milwaukie restaurant I have not gotten around to visiting for no particular reason....

and please note, the views expressed below are for the purposes of humor only. Personally, I love tikka marsala and chicken makhani; dal is to die for, and their low-carb-ness brings new meaning to my diet.

Bohindian Rhapsody
Indian food is barf of a plate.
There. I said it. Deal.

I can't stand the stuff. I suppose if I had grown up with it, I would like it, but I didn't and I don't. My sister just emailed me a curious parody of Bohemian Rhapsody. It's silly, but it sums up my opinions about Indian food much better than I can (and my apologies in advance to all of my Indian food (or Indian) loving friends out there.)

Naan, just killed a man
poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle now he's dead.
Naan, dinner's just begun
But now I'm gonna throw it all away.
Naan, ooh, ooh Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back from the loo by this time tomorrow
Curry on, curry on
Cause nothing really Madras.
Too late, my dinner's gone
Sends shivers down my spine
Bottom aching all the time
Goodbye onion bhaji, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan, ooh, ooh
This dopiaza is so 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
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani (Byriani)
Byriani and a naan
(A vindaloo loo loo loo)
I've eaten balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to the lavatory
Stand you well back
'Case the loo is quarantined...
Here it comes
There it goes
Technicolor yawn
I chunder
It's coming up again
(There he goes)
I chunder, it's coming back again
(There he goes)
Coming back again
(up again)
Here it comes again.
(No no no no no no NO)
On my knees, I'm on my knees
On his knees, Oh, there he goes
This vindaloo
Is about to wreck my guts
Poor meee.. poor meeee...poor MEEEEEE!

[guitar solo]

So you think you can chunder and then feel alright?
So you try to eat curry and drink beer all night?
Oh maybe, but now you'll puke like a baby
Just had to come out
It just had to come right out in here.

[guitar solo]

[slow bit]
Korma or dopiaza
bhaji, naan or saag
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference
To meee....
(Any way the wind blows....shshshsh)

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