I'm going bananas,
 And I feel like my poor little mind is being devoured by piranhas,
 For I'm going bananas.

 I'm non compos mentes,
 And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist,
 For I'm non compos mentes.

 Who knows?
 Could be the tropic heat
 Or something that I eat,
 That makes me gonzo.
 I do carry on so, for I'm going bananas,
 Someone book me a room in the hot haciendo with all my mananas
 For I'm going bananas.

 I'm going meshuga
 All day long there's a man in my brain incessently playing "Booga wooga",
 But I'm going meshuga.

 There's bats in my belfry.
 Won't you make sure this straightjacket's tight,
 Otherwise I might get myself free.
 Yes, there's bats in my belfry.

 Who knows?
 Could be the wine I drink
 Or it's the way I think,
 That makes me gonzo.
 Oh, Doctor Alonzo says I'm going bananas,
 Someone get me a bed in the "Casa de Loco" for all my mananas,
 For I'm going bananas.
 Yes, I'm going bananas.
 Si, I'm going bananas