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  • Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
    I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.
    I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat
    When I saw her framed in the kitchen door.
    She looked good enough to eat.
    (And I mean eat.)
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She looked like a tall thin girl.
    She said,
    Whose is this carry-out?
    My face turned chilli red.
    Well, I don't know about carrying out,
    But you can carry me off to bed.
    (And I mean bed.)
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She moved like a tall thin girl.
    Maybe I can fetch for it,
    And maybe I can stretch for it.
    I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
    But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground.
    This girl was tall.
    (And I mean tall.)
    Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine
    But he's Madras hot on the bongo trot,
    If you know just what I mean.
    Stands six foot three in his underwear;
    Going to get him down here and see
    If this good lady's got a little sister 'bout the same size as me.
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She looked like a tall thin girl.
    Well, can I fetch for it?
    Well, maybe I can stretch for it?
    Well, am I up for it? Or do I have to go down for it?
  • Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
    I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.
    I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat
    When I saw her framed in the kitchen door.
    She looked good enough to eat.
    (And I mean eat.)
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She looked like a tall thin girl.
    She said,
    Whose is this carry-out?
    My face turned chilli red.
    Well, I don't know about carrying out,
    But you can carry me off to bed.
    (And I mean bed.)
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She moved like a tall thin girl.
    Maybe I can fetch for it,
    And maybe I can stretch for it.
    I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
    But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground.
    This girl was tall.
    (And I mean tall.)
    Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine
    But he's Madras hot on the bongo trot,
    If you know just what I mean.
    Stands six foot three in his underwear;
    Going to get him down here and see
    If this good lady's got a little sister 'bout the same size as me.
    She was a tall thin girl.
    She looked like a tall thin girl.
    Well, can I fetch for it?
    Well, maybe I can stretch for it?
    Well, am I up for it? Or do I have to go down for it?