Lyric

I eat green bananas

And I play like Santana

I quite like Nirvana

When I do pranayama

I'm Kurt with Mexicanas

And I flirt with Cubanas

When I do Tijuana

Or big fat Havanas

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, na-na-na

Look at what life gets you

If you just learn to behave

It sometimes even lets you

Dig your own preowned grave…

I'm in a state of Montana

When I climb Fujiyama

With two holy lamas

Who enjoy the panorama

Need Lady Diana

To provide royal drama

I need daily lianas

If I'm out of savannah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, wa-wa-wa

Look at what life gets you

If you just learn to behave

It sometimes even lets you

Pretend you're not a slave

Whatsoever gets you

Through the long, cold lonely night

Sir John Elton bets you it’s all right

But ask your Freddie May

What chords are left to play?

What words are left to say today?

I feed hungry iguanas

And annoy good piranhas

I don't trust the Bahamas

Or visit the Obamas

Never read the Puranas

Never marry Sultanas

Never wear pyjamas

Or those silly bandanas

Look at what life gets you

If you just don't go insane

It sometimes even bets you

Your very last Penny Lane

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, woh, woh, woh

I eat green bananas

And I'm Krishna and Rama

I do miss my grandma

Where is she, God, nanna?

I lie low with Joanna

In the Trench of Mariana

I like skinny Susanna

And Fata Morgana

I fly ancient vimanas

Above Indiana

I go fishing with Ana

In landlocked Botswana

Oh, oh, oh, na-na-na

Oh, oh, oh, na-na-na

Oh, oh, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Oh, oh, oh, wa-wa-wa

Oh, oh, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Oh, oh, oh, la-la-la

Oh, oh, oh, wa-wa-wa

Oh, oh, oh, wa-wa-wa

Look at what life gets you

If you just learn to behave

It sometimes even gets you

Your very own preowned grave