Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
I don’t like politicians
They’re human gramophones
We like bananas
Because they have no bones
Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today.
We’ve string beans, and onions,
Cabbageses, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say,
We have an old fashioned to-mah-to,
A Long Island po-tah-to,
But yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today.
Fruit salad yummy yummy, fruit salad yummy yummy…
Yummy, yummy, yummy,
I got love in my tummy
And I feel like a-loving you.
Love, you’re such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing,
And that’s just what I’m gonna do.
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile
I went to a garden party…
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day…
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, no where to go o,
I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport, put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane
I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my brain
Oh no oh oh oh oh
[Just wanted to say that this song has bugged me for years-mainly because if you flip the two keywords, you get “But no, we have yes bananas” which, instead of reversing the meaning, is simply nonsensical…]
Oh, oh, oh
It’s magic you know
Never believe it’s not so
Oo oo, I’m a believer, I couldn’t leave her if I tried…
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean to a
Daydream believer and a
Homecoming queen?
We’ve both been sound asleep
Wake up little Susie and weep
The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock
And we’re in trouble deep
Here comes t-r-o-u-b-l-e!
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool!
Trouble on my heart,
Trouble on my mind,
There’s never any trouble for me to find,
Some kinda trouble
I see that worried look upon your face
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine
She’s found somebody else to take your place
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long