BANNANARAMA

THERE WAS I A STRUTTING, DOWN THE STREET,
LEFT FOOT, RIGHT FOOT, GLIDING ON MY FEET,
LOOKING COOL AND DAN, TOP MAN ON THE STREET,
HEAD HELD HIGH, LIKE BOBBY’S ON THE BEAT!

THE SUN WAS BEATING DOWN, SHADES ACROSS MY EYES,
SITTING LOOKING BACK, WAS I WISE?

THERE I WAS A STRUTTING, THEN TOSSED UP IN THE AIR,
GONE WAS MY PRIDE, MESSED UP WAS MY HAIR!

DOWN I CAME, WITH A MIGHTY CRASH,
IN CAME THE RESCUER’S, DASH,DASH,DASH!

EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY, NINE-NINE-NINE,
PLEASE COME AND HELP, A FALLEN FRIEND OF MINE!

BLUE LIGHT’S A FLASHING, SCREECHING TO A HALT,
OUT CAME THE MEDIC’S, LIKE A LIGHTING BOLT,
OFF WE WENT TO HOSPITAL, FOR STITCHES IN MY HEAD,
I DIDN’T MIND THE CUT, MY PRIDE WAS HURT INSTEAD!

THE CAUSE OF ACCIDENT, WAS NO FAULT OF MINE,
I WAS JUST A STRUTTING, EVERYTHING WAS FINE!

IT WAS THE GOOD OLD YELLOW, ROTTED BANNANA SKIN,
WHY DIDN’T THAT BASTERD, PUT IT IN THE BIN!!

By JAMES MCATEAR