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Bananarama Alabama Hannah Montana
Bandana bandits extravaganza within Indiana
When Eric Bana and Vanna had fannypacks in Savannah
And had a fabulous nap in pajamas at the veranda

Mahna Mahna - doo doo bananas, I’m loving them
I got a hunch at brunch we’re gonna munch a bunch of them
Pick them and pass them until we finish the last of them
Perfectly packaged, fact, packed with Potassium

The Anarchist Cookbook got us smoking them
And Axel Foley taught us a practical joke with them
Josephine Baker made them fashion fantastic
Slip on a peel and fall, I’m laughing at y’all - slapstick

I’m sure Kapoor and Stefani both back me
Best flavor of Runts and Laffy Taffy, don’t at me
All my fam from Santa Ana all the way to Atlanta
We’re gonna quote Ralph Wiggum and go “go banana”

[CHORUS]
Banana nana, put out your hands like patty cake
And go bananas, we’re gonna go bananacakes
And grab a stack of flapjacks that your Nana makes
‘Ope, we’ve gonna bananacake, full-on bananacake
Banana nana, put out your hands like patty cake
And go bananas, we’re gonna go bananacakes
And grab a stack of flapjacks that your Nana makes
Oops, I’ve gonna bananacake, full-on bananacake

To all my top contenders chewing fruit with low fructose
Or having cruel summers like you’re Daniel Larusso
Or singing so funny in your animal band
You know there’s always money in the family stand

To all the babies of the ’80s’ long bicycle seats
To all the fosters and the pints of Chunky Monkey we’ll eat
To the Velvet Underground record featuring Nico
Is anyone listening? ‘Cause I don’t really think so

I’m so alone, I’m so cold and I’m anxious
I haven’t even seen another person in ages
I haven’t been outside since I don’t know when
I live a life in isolation with invisible friends

And the voices in my head who serve as companions
And tell me to do things and speak a dead language
Floating in a tin can, crying till my eyes bleed
Far from those who coveted my precious bar of ice cream

“Get these birds away from me!” I scream into the dark
Cackle ‘cause it’s funny as I pull my seams apart
And I may not run from the netherworld’s moan
Daylight come, and I can never go home

[CHORUS]

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from The Derelict Craft, released July 22, 2022
Mark Schaffer - instrumental, lyrics, vocals, percussion, sfx, arrangment

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Schaffer the Darklord

Schaffer the Darklord (or STD) is a New York City-based rapper and comedian with material best-suited for brainy and/or drug- addled audiences. With manic energy, verbose vocabulary and cartoonishly commanding stage presence, STD skewers such topics as hedonistic substance abuse, sexual compulsion, urban anxiety and obsessive cat-enthusiasts. ... more

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