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.)      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?