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 '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?