Madonna

I'm Going Bananas

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,
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 mananas,
For i'm going bananas.
Yes, i'm going bananas.
Si, i'm going bananas.