Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
don`t you slip on the skin.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana.
Womble up the rubbish and put it in the bin.
We have the solution to the polution
I think it is easy to guess.
It is so amazing. Instead of just lazing
We certainly sweep up and clean the mess.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
. . .
Bungo play the guitar now
He thinks he`s a star now
He sings to the coconut tree
Whenever we feel glum
we play the steel drum
We certainly sing the night away.
Ooh
la la la la
hey banana
. . .