written by Michael Kernan and Andy Paley
  Track 4, Time: 1:41
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  Hola! Ese bato loco!
    I'm going bananas,
  And I feel like my poor little mind is being devoured by piranhas,
  For I'm going bananas.
    I'm non compos mentes,
  And I feel like a tooth being drilled, a nerve being killed by a dentist,
  For I'm non compos mentes.
    Who knows?
  Could be the tropic heat
  Or something that I eat,
  That makes me gonzo.
  I do carry on so, for I'm going bananas,
  Someone book me a room in the hot haciendo with all my mananas
  For I'm going bananas.
    I'm going meshuga
  All day long there's a man in my brain incessently playing "Booga wooga",
  But I'm going meshuga.
    There's bats in my belfry.
  Won't you make sure this straightjacket's tight,
  Otherwise I might get myself free.
  Yes, there's bats in my belfry.
    Who knows?
  Could be the wine I drink
  Or it's the way I think,
  That makes me gonzo.
  Oh, Doctor Alonzo says I'm going bananas,
  Someone get me a bed in the "Casa de Loco" for all my mananas,
  For I'm going bananas.
  Yes, I'm going bananas.
  Si, I'm going bananas.