F5  A#5
F5 ...

F5
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
                               A#5       G#5   F5
I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.
G#5
I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat

when I saw her framed in the kitchen door.
            F#5   C#5     G#5
She looked good enough to eat.

(And I mean eat.)
 

F5
She was a tall thin girl.

She looked like a tall thin girl.
G#5
She said, "Whose is this carry-out?"

My face turned chilli red.
 
Well, I don't know about carrying out,
             F#5     C#5     G#5
but you can carry me off to bed.

(And I mean bed.)
F5
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.
 

   C                            C#
I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
      D#
but when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground.
A#             F5
This girl was tall.

(And I mean tall.)
 

F5 .... G5 D5
 

F5
Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine

but he's Madras hot on the bongo trot,
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if you know just what I mean.
G#5
Stands six foot three in his underwear;

going to get him down here and see
 
if this good lady's got a little sister
  F#5      C#5          G#5
`bout the same size as me.
F5
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?
 

F5  A#5 F5