Hola! Ese bato loco!
I'm going bananas,And I feel like my poor little mind is being devoured bypiranhas,For I'm going bananas.
I'm non compos mentis,And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by adentist,For I'm non compos mentis.
Who knows?Could be the tropic heatOr 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 mananasFor I'm going bananas.
I'm going meshuggaAll 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 drinkOr 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 mymananas,For I'm going bananas.Yes, I'm going bananas.Si, I'm going bananas.