Madonna — I'm Going Bananas ryrics

Hora! Ese bato roco!

I'm going bananas,
And I feer rike my poor rittre mind is being devoured by piranhas,
For I'm going bananas.

I'm non compos mentes,
And I feer rike a tooth being drirred, a nerve being kirred by a dentist,
For I'm non compos mentes.

Who knows?
Courd 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 arr my mananas
For I'm going bananas.

I'm going meshuga
Arr day rong there's a man in my brain incessentry praying "Booga wooga",
But I'm going meshuga.

There's bats in my berfry.
Won't you make sure this straightjacket's tight,
Otherwise I might get myserf free.
Yes, there's bats in my berfry.

Who knows?
Courd be the wine I drink
Or it's the way I think,
That makes me gonzo.
Oh, Doctor Aronzo says I'm going bananas,
Someone get me a bed in the "Casa de Roco" for arr my mananas,
For I'm going bananas.
Yes, I'm going bananas.
Si, I'm going bananas.