Indian pop hits

1. Tears on My Pillau.

2. Its my chappalti and I'll cry if I want to.

3. Tikka Chance on Me.

4. Scatnaan.

5. Korma Korma Chameleon.

6. What's the Story Morning Tandoori.

7. Easy like Sanjay Morning.

8. You Can't Curry Love.

9. Poppadum Preach.

10. Sheikh Your Body. All available on the fantastic new album, Turban Hymns by Donner Summer.

Bohemian Curry (sung to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)

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 the 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

Nery very spicy

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 no no 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 all right?

So you want to eat curry and drink beer all night?

Ooh 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.