I'm Going Bananas

de Madonna

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 mentes
And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist
For 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
For 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 straight 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 mañanas
For I'm going bananas
Yes, I'm going bananas
Si, I'm going bananas

Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!

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