Bananadrama a story of sort

I always wandered, pondered, and I asked, why the banana 

Should be surged upon to have a bad name, a bad name 

Walk, walk, slip, flip, fall that is it, it has a bad name 

Never mind, he who chooses, not to look down 

Did not look. Stop, look, listen, you did not look 

Oh, gosh that’s it, he has a bad name 

And there we go, you took your eyes off the ball  

There we have it, there he does it  

A bad name, Keyser Soze 

So again and again, I will get Poirot 

To set the record straight, I mean why

Why blame the banana, t' usual suspect 

Where placed a crime scene notice on the post 

With all due respect "Sir!"

The banana, the banana? 

You see legend has it, as the story goes

Two men came into contact with

The banana, the banana

Well, a lot more than two and a monkey 

If you choose to be picky, add Super Mario 

I mean why be picky it’s just a story

So two it is, two men 

I say, two it is, sue me, boo hoo 

In this story just t' two, I am t' story teller, telling  

Anyway two men came into contact

With the banana, which found itself

At the crime scene, chalked around for evidence  

The story goes... one unplugged the banana 

So yellow, ripe and tempting
That's why, not I say, dare I say

A woman, "naughty minds 
You lot, naughty minds" 
He pushed it down his throat

And in the excitement he dropped

The yellow peel down on the road in trivial thoughts 

The story goes, as I was saying

The second man walked by

In dream state, up in the air, clouds daydream

He stepped on the banana and went flying off

A mystery that holds, the accused banana

Why is the banana to be blamed

The banana, the banana

I always wondered why the banana

Should have so significant a bad name

I would get Poirot to investigate this strange


This strange, this strange 
Bananarama, drama 
A story of sort