Lyrics

Ode to the Banana King (Part 1)

Monday 8 August 2011, by Cécile Desbrun

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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
Our mother knows how the bugle blows

Gonna get caught
Gonna get caught
Gonna get caught in her rug, babe
Oh... now, c’mon.
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 up
How devious we all have been

Violent and delicious souls
Violent and delicious soul

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