I'm Going Bananas
Hola!
Ese bato loco! 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. Oioioioioi... 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. |