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 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 strait jacket'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
See, I'm going bananas
