I Like Bananas Because They Don't Have Bones
Henry Hall and the BBC Dance Orchestra 1936


Standing by the fruit stall on the corner
Once I heard a customer complain
You never seem to show the fruit we all love so
That's why business hasn't been the same
I don't like your peaches
They are full of stones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones
Bo-de-o-don't give me tomatoes
Cant' stand ice cream cones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones
No matter where I go
With Susie, May or Anna
I want the world to know
I must have my banana
Cabbages and onions
Hurt my singing tones
But i like bananas
Because they have no bones
Now I don't care for muffins
I don't like buttered scones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones
I don't like giggling flappers
I don't like ancient crones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones
In fig leaves and bearskins
Which you girls often sip on
Why not have banana skins
They're easy things to slip on
I can't bear tax collectors
Especially one who phones
Ah but I like bananas
Because they have no bones
I don't like a crooner
Of the blues he moans
But we like bananas
Because they have no bones
I don't like politicians
They're human gramophones
We like bananas
Because they have no bones
I never cared for drink
To me it seems so sinful
Though when you come to think
Bananas get a skinful
I don't like the bagpipes
And I can't stand saxophones
We like bananas
Because they have no bones.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

(It seems like a vaudville sketch with references to Jimmey Durante - I first heard it about 1953)

It is well after midnight and this song chorus is racing through my mind. (Oh, sweet arms of Morphius will you please wrap your arms around me again?