Hola! Ese bato loco! [or: Hola! Es
el pato 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.
Madonna - I'm Breathless - 1990
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