| Standing by the fruit store on the corner
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| Once I heard a customer complain
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| «You never seem to show the fruit we all love so
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| That’s why business hasn’t been the same
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| I don’t like your peaches
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| They are full of stones
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| I like bananas
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| Because they have no bones
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| Don’t give me tomatoes
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| Can’t stand ice cream cones
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| I like bananas
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| Because they have no bones
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| No matter where I go
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| With Susie, May, or Anna
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| I want the world to know
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| I must have by banana
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| Cabbages and onions
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| Hurt my singing tones
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| I like bananas
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| Because they have no bones"
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| Hello Mr. Durante, this is a surprise! |
| What are you doing here?
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| 'What am I doing here?' |
| You ask me! |
| It’s mutiny, that’s what it is.
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| I come a million miles, a million of 'em, to see this London people,
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| and this is what I get. |
| It’s mortifying, that’s what it is. |
| This George fella
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| singing about bananas, bananas without any bones! |
| What do you suppose he’s
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| referring to? |
| There’s only one banana worth singing about, and that’s caught on
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| me, so don’t quote me on that. |
| It’s mortifying, it’s mutiny, it’s a disgrace,
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| that’s what it is. |
| Ah, words fail me."
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| Well, don’t let it get you, Mr. Durante, listen to George sing this chorus
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| «Ach, all the famous folksmen
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| Even they are known
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| They like their bananas
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| Because they have not any bone
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| It’s everybody’s weakness
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| It might be your end
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| Don’t you like bananas?
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| Because they never any bone
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| Man, there’s something in bananas
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| That gives you that strange feeling
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| Nobody can resist them
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| They are self peeling! |
| Hah!
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| Those healthy
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| They all eat bananas
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| Because they have not any bones" |