I'm going bananas, And I feel like my poor little mind is being devoured by piranhas, For I'm going bananas.
I'm non compos mentes, And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist, For I'm non compos mentes.
Who knows? Could be the tropic heat Or something that I eat, That makes me gonzo. I do carry on so, for I'm going bananas, Someone book me a room in the hot haciendo with all my mananas For I'm going bananas.
I'm going meshuga All day long there's a man in my brain incessently playing booga wooga, But I'm going meshuga.
There's bats in my belfry. Won't you make sure this straightjacket's tight, Otherwise I might get myself free. Yes, there's bats in my belfry.
Who knows? Could be the wine I drink Or it's the way I think, That makes me gonzo. Oh, doctor alonzo says I'm going bananas, Someone get me a bed in the casa de loco for all my mananas, For I'm going bananas. Yes, I'm going bananas. Si, I'm going bananas.
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