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Zita Swoon - The Bananaqueen Man I drove down to Ghent in my underwear I went looking for some new funny clothes to wear I was feeling 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 here face And her elegant taste Dancing to a disco was the bananaqueen Thouroughly surrounded by here royal bananakin I was amazed She put a smile on my face She said: Hey man You shouln't be worried About the good or the bad or all them stories Just a slowly poinit your life in the right direction And live it up to the max ofo true statisfaction I said: Hey My life is OK Maybe she was French Maybe 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 She had an afroceltic fire and a philosofic trill She had de 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 Brown James Joyce Donkey Daddy Now you may think the queen was ome 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 bund in this cat |
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