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;
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?