Текст песни 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.
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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