Hola
Ese bato loco
I'm going bananas
And I feel like my poor little mind
Is being devoured by piranhas
But I'm going bananas
I'm non compos mentes
And I feel like a tooth being drilled
A nerve being killed by a dentist
But 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
Hacienda with all my mañanas
But 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 mañanas
But I'm going bananas
Yes, I'm going bananas
Sí, I'm going bananas