They say I stole their curry night
Well that simply isn't true
We aim to meet and drink alright,
But we aren't eating any stew.
There's no point in scoffing chilli
And doing a 'Mount Vesuvius'
The idea is at best silly
And at worst it's downright dubious.
We don't mess about, lads
We're genuine London Geezers
We're not after tangy fads
We don't make curry wheezes.
Any fool can throw some spice
Into a pot, pan or wok
A much more impressive device
Is the humble cotton sock.
Socks have a million uses
Everybody has a pair
Just like electrical fuses
Everybody's had their share.
Don't even think of nay-saying
Don't even ask me how
You're subconsciously agreeing
Cos you're wearing socks right now!
Now a bet is fair and square
I'm not going to change the plan
Curry's neither here nor there,
I aim to pay the man!