Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
don’t you slip on the skin.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana.
Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin.
We have the solution to the polution
I think it is easy to guess.
It is so amazing. Instead of just lazing
We certainly sweep up and clean the mess.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
. . .
Bungo play the guitar now
He thinks he’s a star now
He sings to the coconut tree
Whenever we feel glum
we play the steel drum
We certainly sing the night away.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
. . .