The way I feel it I just can’t Describe. It’s like when you’ve got nothing To deny.
The worst time have gone, baby. You’re mama said I’m dumb. But trust me there is no one Who will tell you ‘bout the things you should know.
So call me Mr Banana. Call me Mr Banana. Call me Mr Banana. Please call me Mr Banana.
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na
I’m a dirty yellow fruit! I’m a yellow, yellow, yellow! I’ll better be a yellow than I’ll be a green A popping – rocking Smashing - bashing sex machine I said BOOM! BOOM! Somebody fell on the ground! I won’t help him ‘cause of My convenience style. I say you blind! BLIND! And I can read you so fine, Drink like a bottle of wine, Every time you call me Mr Banana.
So call me Mr Banana. Call me Mr Banana. Call me Mr Banana. Please call me Mr Banana.
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na
Dance, dance, bounce, bounce, Keep the rhythm, feel the balance. Plug to amp your telecaster, Never mind my ugly bluster. Mirror shows an awful creature. Sorry, baby, that’s my nature. Can you see a faith through my soul?
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na
Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na Call me Mr Banana Na-na, na-na