Banana Farm

Banana Farm
Words and Music by Christopher White

I think I'm gonna leave the world behind,
Other people only bring me harm.
I'm gonna move on down South,
And start myself a banana farm.

I won't have no telephone,
I won't have no alarm.
Have a monkey wake me up in the morning,
When I'm living like a king on my banana farm.

Me and the bananas,
Will walk arm-in-arm.
Armpit to armpit, elbow to elbow,
When I'm living like a king on my banana farm.

Swingin' in the breeze,
In the Great Banana Trees.
Grab myself a bunch,
Throw 'em in a bowl of Cap'n Crunch.

I will wear peel around my neck,
As a lucky charm.
Put another peel on top of my head,
When I'm living like a King on my banana farm.

Banana Farm, Banana Farm,
Ba-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Farm.
Banana Farm, Banana Farm,
Ba-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Farm.

Banana Farm, Banana Farm,
Ba-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Farm.
Banana Farm, Banana Farm,
Ba-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Farm.

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