Pink India

There once was an empire chase

Known as a great, great game

And one of it's rooks came from stoke-on-trent

And mortimer was his name

An impotent tea-bag 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 sag 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:

"tension grows in afghanistan

Carbine bullets could settle the score"--

I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me

Send my way off on one

Send my way off on one, two, three, four