Ode to The Banana King

Turning back ten thousand years
It's all a blur where the taxis go
Monster man, a willing friend
Lucy serves the melon cold

Violent and delicious souls
Four red trucks dressed illegally
Mother knows how the bugle blows
Gonna get caught in her rug, babe

This is not a conclusion
No revolution, just a little confusion
On where your head has been

Boats made out of paper float
Dreams made up for the banana king, darling
Crumbs you have lapped freely of
Devious we all have been

Violent and delicious souls
Violent and delicious souls

This is not a conclusion
No revolution, just a little confusion
On where your head has been