Monsieur-Banana

Oh, imagine a land, it's a faraway place
Where the caravan bananas roam
Where you wander among every culture and tongue
It's chaotic, but, hey, it's home

When the wind's from the East
And the sun's from the West
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, stop on by
Hop on a bird and fly
To another Bananian night

As you wind through the jungle
At the fabled monkeys
With the cardamom-cluttered shawls
You can smell every spice
While you haggle the price
Of the apple and the grape at the malls

Oh, the music that plays as you move through a maze
In the haze of your pure delight
You are caught in a dance
You are lost in the trance
Of another Bananian night

Bananian nights
Like Bananian days
More often than not are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Bananian nights
Like Bananian dreams
This mystical taste of fruits with no waste
Is more than it seems

There's a road that may lead you
To good or to greed through
The power your wish commands
Let the darkness unfold or find fortunes untold
Well, your destiny lies in your hands

Bananian nights
Like Bananian days
They seem to excite, take off and take flight
To shock and amaze
Bananian nights
'Neath Bananian moons
A fool off his guard could fall and fall hard
Out there on the prunes...