"Oh papadoms they were crackling,"
and biriani fairly flew.
"But the Bombay Ducks, they stood their ground,"
at the Battle of Vindaloo.
"The elephants were loaded,"
they knew just what to do.
With a ton of curry in everyone
at the Battle of Vindaloo.

The enemy charged once.
And the enemy charged twice.
And then they added ten percent.
It was a fearsome price.

"The second basmati lancers,"
came galloping from the rear.
"But they passed behind the elephants,"
which ended their career.
Our gallant men were reeling.
They had it pretty rough.
"From the sharmi kebabs as thick as crabs,"
but the Bombay Ducks were tough.
"Oh, the sharmi kebabs were as thick as crabs,"
but the Bombay Ducks were tough.

And by Jupiter - Calcutta -
"by jingo, saved the lot."
"He fired off fifty platefuls,"
"by crikey, they were hot."

"Their tongues and eyeballs steaming,"
the enemy withdrew.
"They ran like ants, and shed their pants,"
at the Battle of Vindaloo.
"The enemy were routed,"
"it was jolly convenient too,"
For muffins and tea were being served.
"And for the Bombay Ducks, who had never swerved."
"And the oh-so heroical subhardar,"
who was chota-pegging it by the jar.
Hip-hip-hoorah!

And that dog was my great-grandpapa!

At the battle of Vin- the Battle of Vin- the Battle of Vindaloo!