Pink India

There once was an empire chase Known as the great, great game And one of its rooks came from Stoke-on-Trent And Mortimer was his name An impotent teabag spazz Pride of the vicar caste Sent off to Asia, expansion land Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man He loved a nice saag aloo The long, lazy afternoons But soon, he was singing a different tune It went something just like this A billion flies on a horse's tail The spirit of a late, lame Raj Punjabi's finest, bring me your wine list As the news comes across the air today "The tension grows in Afghanistan Carbine bullets could settle the score" I had a crap gin tonic, it wounded me Sent me way off on one Sent me way off on one Sent me way off on one Sent me way off on one Sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, oh yeah You know it sent me way off on one, two, three, four