I’m Going Bananas – 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 haciendo with all my mananas
For I’m going bananas

I’m going meshuga
All day long there’s a man in my brain incessantly 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