Lyric

Paper shoes on a rainy floor

Dancing with a pineapple, askin’ for more

Telephone’s ringing, but it speaks in code

Whispers like spaghetti in a traffic cone

Oh! Banana in my briefcase!

Sky is dripping marmalade

Yes! I married a lampshade—

And we moved to the corner of lemonade

Clock says “Tuesday” but it’s feeling like a fish

Toasters in the bathtub granting one wish

I saw a camel wearing lipstick and tie

Told me he’s allergic to pie

Oh! Banana in my briefcase!

Dreams are buzzing like bees in a fax

Oh! I’m tangoing with a suitcase

Wearing nothing but existential slacks

Microwave's singing the blues in space

Socks are marching in twos with shoes

Reality? A jellybean!

I'm the mayor of the washing machine ba-da-boom

Spin me once and call me twice

Logic’s melting on the ice

Banana, briefcase, time to go—

Catch that echo in the radio!

Pillow in my pocket sings a lullaby

Elevator moonwalks, don’t ask why

A jellyfish is typing on my screen

Wearing shades like a drama queen

Yeah! Banana in my briefcase!

Penguins juggling in my mind

Zap! I'm surfing static highways

Truth just left me stuck behind

I shook hands with a thundercloud

Signed a deal with a meowing crowd

Reality’s late, stuck in traffic

So I danced with a hat made of static

Spin me once and call me twice

Logic’s melting on the ice

Banana, briefcase, time to go—

Catch that echo in the radio!

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