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?
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