I Make My Money With Bananas

I'll love to wear my hair like Deanna Durbin
But I have to stuff it in a turban
A turban that weighs five thousand tons
Forty-four and one-half pounds
And besides that I have to wear those crazy gowns

Bando da Lua - Oh, she-run-pum-pum-pum-pum
She-run-pum-pum-pum-pum
She-run-pum-pum-pum-pum
She-run-pum-pum-pum-pum

I'd love to play a scene with Clark Gable
With candle lights and wine upon the table
But my producer tells me I'm not able
'Cause I make my money with bananas

B.L. - She makes her money with
She makes her money with
She makes her money with

I make my money with bananas!

Jane Russell was another nice sensation
Her figure was a talk of all the nation
But what I got is not an imitation
And I still make my money with my bananas!

What I do is the bunch chic chic
I'm getting sick of the bunch chic chic
My throat is troubled ay ay ay
She can see ky-ky-kow ------ boy!

B.L. - She makes her money with
She makes her money with
She makes her money with
She makes her money with

Oh, but if I quit my job it's not disturbing
I'd use very often a liter of bourbon
'Cause I can sit and in one minute eat my turban
And still make my money with my bananas
It isn't even funny that I make a little more money
Than that little Mickey Rooney with bananas!

B.L. - Red tomatoes?

No, bananas!

B.L. - New potatoes?

No, bananas!

B.L. - Oh, bananas!

Oh, bananas, yes!
And no matter I used to like them than their bananas!

Olé!

Yes, sir!