BANANA IN YOUR FRUIT BASKET
As recorded by Bo Carter, 1931.

I got a brand-new skillet; I got a brand-new lid.
All I needs is a woman, just to burn my bread.
    Then I'm tellin' you, baby—I sure ain't gonna deny it—
    Let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied.

Now I got the washboa'd; my baby got the tub.
We gon' put 'em together, gonna rub, rub, rub.
    Then I'm tellin' you, baby—I sure ain't gonna deny it—
    Let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied.

Mm, gon' let my banana spoil, now.
Mm, let my banana spoil, now.
I can see the way you carryin' on; you don't want my banana nohow.

Now I got the dasher; my baby got the churn.
We gonna churn, churn, churn until the butter comes.
    Then I'm tellin' you, baby—I sure ain't gonna deny it—
    Let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied.

Now my baby's got the cloth and I got the needle.
We gonna stick, stick, stick till we both will feel it.
    Then I'm tellin' you, baby—I sure ain't gonna deny it—
    Let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied.

Mm, gon' let my banana ruin now.
Mm, gon' let my banana ruin now.
I can see the way you carryin' on; you don't want my banana nohow.

Now my baby got the meat and I got the knife.
I'm gonna do her cuttin'; this bound to solve my life(?).
    Then I'm tellin' you, baby—I sure ain't gonna deny it—
    Let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll be satisfied.

[This additional verse comes from a 1934 recording:]

You got the dairy, and I want to milk,
'Cause your cows is just as soft as silk....]