Bohemian Curry

MUST be sung in time with the queen song we all know and love,...

Naa-an, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
lime pickle now he,s dead
Naa,na grub has just begun
But naa-an im gonna crap it all away..
Naan-aa, ooh-ooh
seen nothin yet just see the bog tomorrow
curry on, curry on
cos nothin really Madras.

Too late, my dinners gone
sends shivers down my spine,
shitters aching all the time
good bye everybody. i got to go
gotta leave you all behind and use the loo

Naan-ah, ooh-ooh...

Bohemian Curry