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.)

She Was A Tall Thin Girl.



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?