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 haciendo with all my mananas
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 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,