It’s all over
Sometimes riddled with mould
Always feels cold
A huge apology

Hey! You don’t shake it
Yeah! You can create it
Hey! Don’t break your nana now

Don’t drop it on the floor
Don’t hang it on the door
Don’t step on it because
It could be bruised now

Hey! You don’t shake it
Yeah! You can create it
Hey! Don’t break your nana now

It can be a bone or replaced for a phone
Or can be eaten when you’re stressed
When nice and green
It can taste so good
Out of all the fruit it must be the best
They aren’t minging or taste like tar (how?)
The skins make an umbrella or maybe a hut with glue
Put in the garbage once it’s peeled off
Will you be strong or just flop down?

Don’t be a litterlout
Or you will be poor
It would be worth it
If the skin went in the bin

Hey! You don’t shake it
Yeah! You can create it
Hey! Don’t break your nana now

It can be a bone or replaced for a phone
Make the banana feel fused up like this
It’s all so sugarless
Hook it, weigh it, model it, act it
“They’re all the same, Miss”
Teacher will buckle; she’s full of ideas
She says each nana has different DNA
Now she’s retired
Lives in a council state
I had an idea
Make her slip on a banana skin

Money parts with me
Bananas aren’t selling cheap
No, they’re not selling cheap