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 mentis   And I feel like a tooth being drilled   A nerve being killed by a dentist   For I'm non compos mentis      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 hacienda   With all my mananas   For I'm going bananas      I'm going meshugga   All day long there's a man in my brain   Incessantly playing "Booga wooga"   But I'm going meshugga      There's bats in my belfry   Won't you make sure this straitjacket'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   See, I'm going bananas