Vindaloo Zero Gravity

[Intro]

Yo yo yo

Countdown ticking five four three two one

Houston we got a pot of trouble

[Verse 1]

Scooped the vindaloo with Pepper X loaded up

Boldest move a hungry man could make

Knew the spice was ranking on the Scoville scale of doom

Still I strapped myself into this metal rocket crate

My belly rumbled warnings from the very first bite

Ignored em like a rookie in a firefight

Ground control said buddy are you sure about this

I said telemetry shows Im feeling just right

[Verse 2]

Lift off hit me harder than that ghost pepper paste

G force pinning me into the captain's chair

Zero gravity and suddenly my stomach starts to race

Sweat beads floating off my brow into the air

Fingers on the throttle winding all the way up

Flames behind me screaming in a chorus of fury

Pepper X is dancing with my taste buds in the deep

And the crew down at Houston ought to worry

[Bridge]

What could go wrong

What could go wrong with my poor choice

Ground control you need to worry more or less

Guess

Capsule shaking like a maraca in a giant's fist

Mission log says note to self please desist

[Verse 3]

Chugging past the moon with fire on my tongue

Dialing up the boosters feeling bold and brash

Sweat is pooling up my flight suit now and here's the pun

The heat shield's nothing to the heat in my gut slosh

Milky way looks wobbly through my fogged up visor

Saturn's rings are wobbling right along with me

The vindaloo is sending me a second round of whispers

Ask me if I'd do it all again and I'd say probably

[Verse 4]

Black hole swirling right ahead I hit the brakes

Half a million kilometers from my dinner plate

Mission control is screaming through the crackling static

All I hear is my stomach going dramatic

Kicked the retro thrusters felt a violent jerk

Vindaloo decided it was time to work

Emergency evasive maneuvers oh so brave

Guess I'll ride this burn all the way to the grave

[Bridge]

What could go wrong

What could go wrong with my poor choice

Ground control you need to worry more or less

Guess

[Verse 5]

Orbiting the earth at twenty seven thousand clicks

Chasing comets while my taste buds do their tricks

Pepper heat is racing through my veins like lightning routes

I'm the captain of a spacecraft and a curry flute

Solar flares are nothing when your insides are a forge

Flames are nothing when your curry is the source

Tumbling through the stars with a grin upon my face

Mission complete I made it through the human race

[Verse 6]

Set her down gentle on the landing strip of home

Crew is cheering as I stagger from the cone

Pepper X has left its mark on history today

Vindaloo in orbit yeah I made it all the way

Boots on the ground and a wobble in my knees

Taste buds waving white flags in the breeze

Ground control is laughing through the radio wave

I'm the spice lord astronaut they'll never save

[Verse 7]

Take a bow now at the media event

Hundred microphones pressed into my scent

Reporter asks me how I'm feeling after space

I say could you run that question back give me a trace

Gravity reclaims me and I hit the floor

Vindaloo encore knocking at the door

Hero status locked in from this daring flight

Nothing quite as brave as curry in the night

[Verse 8]

Now I'm signing autographs with a shaky hand

Sponsor deal for hot sauce on the national plan

Ground control says son you got no fear at all

I say it wasn't bravery it was purely gall

Twelve hours later sitting on the porcelain throne

The story of my glory travels far from home

Legends write themselves with a spicy little twist

What could go wrong with my poor choice in the mist

[Verse 9]

Back in the capsule prepping for the second flight

Orders from the chief say load the curry vat tonight

Double the pepper double the danger double the thrill

Sign the waiver with a flourish and a chill

Colleagues stand and watch me with a worried little face

I'm already dreaming of the burn per unit space

Checklists all complete and the engines all igniting

Wave goodbye to gravity my body is inviting

[Verse