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 mentis, And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist, For I'm non compos mentis.
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 hacienda with all my mananas For I'm going bananas.
I'm going meshugga All day long there's a man in my brain incessantly playing "Booga wooga", But I'm going meshugga.
There's bats in my belfry. Won't you make sure this straitjacket'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 bananasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.