[Intro – Steel drums, ukulele, shakers, tropical bird sounds] [Cheerful Spoken with Caribbean lilt] Ah yes! What a day, what a day! A beautiful day to be a banana! Golden and ready, mon— come, let me tell you what’s goin’ on!! [Verse 1 – bouncy calypso groove, ukulele strums, bright horn stabs] I’m a fruit, a fruit on a mission, born of the yellow tradition. Hangin’ out with my bunch all day, till the humans come my way. They say I’m sweet, they say I’m fine— sugar and sunlight wrapped in rind. You can call it fate or call it meal— but baby, today I’ll be your peel! [Chorus – full steel-drum burst, gospel of banana joy] I got potassium! I got appeal! Peel me, baby, let’s make it real! Bright like summer, smooth like rhyme, come taste that tropic paradigm! I got potassium, sunshine, and zeal— this banana’s the real deal! (Yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah!) [Verse 2 – percussion builds, cowbell joins, even more enthusiastic] Slice me for your cereal bowl, mash me up, taste banana soul! Freeze me for a summer treat, blend me smooth, this can't be beat! All got plans, oh yes they do— bread, or split, even fondue! Some folks fear the blender's blade, but I was born to be puréed! [Pre-Chorus – call-and-response with backup singers] From the tree to your smoothie! (Smoothie!) From the bunch to your tummy! (Yummy!) Fruity and nutritious — mmm, my fate’s so delicious! [Chorus – repeat, even more energy, brass and handclaps explode] I got potassium! I got appeal! Peel me, baby, let's make it real! Bright like summer, smooth like rhyme, taste that tropic paradigm! I got potassium, sunshine, and zeal— this banana's the real deal! (Yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah!) [Bridge – Music drops to just acoustic guitar and light shaker, tempo slows slightly] [Spoken, hesitant, almost whispered] Wait... is that a brown spot on my side? [pause] Are they starin’? Should I hide? [Sung, gentle but earnest] Sometimes I wonder if there's more than this, more than the bunch and the grocery list— [brief silence] But then I remember... Life is short when you're a fruit, so might as well be ABSOLUTE— [Bridge Climax – steel drums crash back in, tempo surges] I’M A BANANA! (He’s a banana!) Born to be eaten—that’s the code! I’M A BANANA! (What a banana!) Fulfillment is my episode! No regrets, no lookin’ back, yellow gold in a potassium pack! TAKE ME TO YOUR KITCHEN, MON— TIME TO GET THIS PARTY ON! [Final Chorus – absolute explosion of joy, full band and choir] I got potassium! I got appeal! Peel me, baby, let's make it real! Bright like summer, smooth like rhyme, taste that tropic paradigm! I got potassium, sunshine, and zeal— this banana's the REAL DEAL! (Yeah-yeah-yeah! Oh-yeah-yeah-YEAH!) [Outro – slow reggae groove, soft congas and bass] [half-spoken, teasing] Mmm… you’ve seen me shine, you’ve felt that peel. Go on now—make it real. Slide your fingers down my side, let the sunshine meet the meal. [soft chuckle] You know you want that sweetness… baby, peel me slow… [steel drum hits one last soft chord, fade out with tropical bird calls]
