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.)
She was a tall thin girl.
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
About the same size as me (Yeah)
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?
