Standing by the fruit stall on the corner Once I heard a customer complain You never seem to show the fruit we all love so That’s why business hasn’t been the same
I don’t like your peaches They are full of stones But I like bananas Because they have no bones
Bo-de-o-don’t give me tomatoes Cant’ stand ice cream cones But I like bananas Because they have no bones
No matter where I go With Susie, May or Anna I want the world to know I must have my banana
Cabbages and onions Hurt my singing tones But i like bananas Because they have no bones
Now I don’t care for muffins I don’t like buttered scones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
I don’t like giggling flappers I don’t like ancient crones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
In fig leaves and bearskins Which you girls often sip on Why not have banana skins They’re easy things to slip on
I can’t bear tax collectors Especially one who phones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
I don’t like a crooner Of the blues he moans But we like bananas Because they have no bones
I don’t like politicians They’re human gramophones We like bananas Because they have no bones
I never cared for drink To me it seems so sinful Though when you come to think Bananas get a skinful
I don’t like the bagpipes And I can’t stand saxophones We like bananas Because they have no bones