作词 : Anderson
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants
I'd rather do a 
Vindaloo, take away is what 
I wantI 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 chilly 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
And if you know just what 
I meanStands 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, yeah
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?