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