[This is Robert's parody of Freddie Mercury's iconic Bohemian Rhapsody. Mamak is an Indian-Muslim street side restaurant found in Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia, open 24 hours a day. It is thought that the term originated from the word 'mama' which is frequently used by Tamil-Muslims meaning 'uncle'.] _______________________________________________________________
Is this the real rice? Is this just chapati? Sore in my backside, no escape from masala tea Open your eyes, look out for the mice and see I'm just a Mumbai boy, I need my roti Because I'm chilli come, chilli go, little high, little low Anyway the fan blows doesn't really matter to me, to me. (first verse was not sung in the video)
Mamak, just killed a lamb Put a bun against its head Threw my chopper, now it's dead. Mamak, basmati rice had just begun But now it's gone bad and thrown it all away
Mamak, ooh (any way the fan blows) Didn't mean to make it too dry If not it'll be fried rice again this time tomorrow Curry on, curry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, the police has come Send someone down to pay my fine Bollywood music's playing all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to cook Gonna leave all the food behind and face the wok.
Mamak, ooh (any way the fan blows) I don't wanna to dine Sometimes I wish I'd never eaten my dish at all
Basmati! No, we will never let you go (let him go!) Shahrukh Khan has put a red chilli inside for me, for me, for me
Nothing really matters Any Mamak can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me