Oh the burger, from the corner store
Tasted gritty like it's full of sand
And the pizza, I don't want no more
Tastes of nothing coz it's really bland.

All the kormas, from the curry house
Made of peelings from a scabby crow
And the bhuna, it'll make you groan
Made of something only they would know.

The sensation is not new to you
It's something we all have known
You eat it, it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known
And the turd it won't flush
I tried using a brush
Didn't care that it's mush.

Oh the spices, they are all I crave
By themselves or brewed up in my tea
But in curry, they will make you groan
You'll get heartburn just you wait and see.

The sensation is not new to you
It's something we all have known
You eat it, it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known
And the turd it won't flush.