Man i drove down to Ghent in my underwear i went lookin for some new funny clothes to wear i was feelin strange i'd say a little deranged
So i walk on in this funky place just to see what kinda groove that i could trace i saw her face and her elegant taste
dancin to a disco was the bananaqueen thourougly surrounded by her royal bananakin i was amazed she put a smile on my face
she said: hey man you shouldn't be worried 'bout the good or the bad or all them stories just a slowly point your life in the right direction and live it up to the max of true satisfaction
Hey My life is okay {repeat a few times}
maybe she was french or african or german but it didn't really matter to the people that were turning to the left to the right the way they moved was out of sight man i had to get busy giving everything everything
oooooooooooh man just give me everything EVERYTHING
She had a afroceltic fire and a philosophic trill she had the muscles of a giant with a delicate skill she had the softness of a mama and the kindness of a granny she was yelling like James Brown Joyce Donkey Daddy
Now you may think the queen was some doctrinial fool or like a monkey doing tricks around a touristic crew i'd say a this here character was nothing like that i think the forces of this planet all were bound in this cat