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.