I'm Going Bananas - Madonna

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 mentes

And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist

For I’m non compos mentes

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 haciendo with all my mananas

For I’m going bananas

I’m going meshuga

All day long there’s a man in my brain incessently playing «Booga wooga»

But I’m going meshuga

There’s bats in my belfry

Won’t you make sure this straight jacket’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

Si, I’m going bananas