[Verse 1] Friday night, thought I’d be brave, Ordered the hottest thing they gave. Waiter smiled, said, “You’ll be fine…” Should’ve known that was the warning sign. [Pre-Chorus] First few bites, I felt like a king, Didn’t notice a dangerous thing. Then my stomach whispered, “Mate… You’ve just made a huge mistake.” [Chorus] Vindaloo will make you sit on the loo, With a big fat chunky poo. It’s such a wild thing, It’ll make your ring sting, Like really sting. You’ll be searching up for help on Bing, Wondering why your cheeks both sing. Vindaloo… oh what’d I do? [Verse 2] Cold sweat, pacing up and down, Trying not to wake the whole damn town. Every rumble sounds like doom, Sprinting for the smallest room. [Bridge] Milk don’t work. Bread don’t care. I’m bargaining with the bathroom air. Never again… Until next Friday night. [Final Chorus] Vindaloo will make you sit on the loo, With a big fat chunky poo. It’s such a wild thing, It’ll make your ring sting, Like really sting. Searching every cure on Bing, Praying for the cooling spring. Vindaloo… I never learn. Next week’s curry? Extra hot… my turn!
