The Bananaqueen

Man I drove down to Ghent in my underwear
I went looking for some new funny clothes to wear
I was feeling strange
I’d say a little deranged

So I walk on in this funky place
Just to see what kinda groove that I could trace
I saw her face
And her elegant taste
Dancing to a disco was the bananaqueen
Thoroughly surrounded by her royal banana kin
I was amazed
She put a smile on my face

She said:
Hey man
You shouldn’t be worried
About the good or the bad or all them stories
Just slowly point your life in the right direction
And live it up to the max of true satisfaction

I said:
Hey
My life is OK

Maybe she was French
Maybe African or German
But it didn’t really matter to the people that were turning
To the left to the right
The way they moved was out of sight
Man I had to get busy giving everything
Everything

She had an Afro Celtic fire and a philosophic thrill
She had the muscles of a giant with a delicate skill
She had the softness of a mamma
And the kindness of a granny
She was yelling like Brown James Joyce Donkey Daddy

Now you may think this queen was some doctrinal fool
Or like a monkey doing tricks around a touristy crew
I’d say man
This here character was nothing like that
I think the forces of this planet all were bound in this cat

I said:
Hey
My life is OK

(Zita Swoon)