What am I doing here? You ask me! It's mutiny, that's what it is I come a million miles, a million of 'em To see this London people And this is what I get It's mortifying, that's what it is This George fella singing about bananas Bananas without any bones! What do you suppose he's referring to? There's only one banana worth singing about And that's caught on me, so don't quote me on that It's mortifying, it's mutiny, it's degrading, that's what it is Ah, words fail me