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Albums:

Banana Boat Song (Harry Belafonte) · Banana Boat Rider (Greg MacDonald) · Banana Boat and Other Famous Folk Songs (Harry Belafonte) · Show Boat: A Collector's Show Boat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Show Boat: The Ultimate Show Boat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Banana Splits (The Tra La La Song) (The Dickies) · Day by Day/Day by Night (Doris Day) · Banana Productions: The Best of Kevin Ayers (Kevin Ayers) · Banana Follies (Kevin Ayers) · Beyond The Banana Curtain (Beyond the Banana Curtain) – and 90 other albums »


Day-oh, day-oh
Daylight come and i want to go home
Day-oh, day-oh
Daylight come and i want to go home

Workin' on banana boat all day long
Day-oh, day-oh
Daylight come and I wanna go home
Day-oh, day-oh
Daylight come and I wanna go home

Workin' on banana boat all day long
Daylight
to switch
Probably only wit 'cause I'm rich now she only on my booty call list
Yeah war monkey don't stop no show, but she still can ride my banana boat,
She
Wa oh oh, wa oh oh
Wa oh wa oh wa oh way
Wa oh oh, wa oh oh
Wa oh wa oh wa oh way

Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad,
Sittin' by de
princess
In the swirling marble sky
Would rest upon the knee
Where all of the visions cease to be
A root-beer float in our banana boat
Across
International, to worldwide
What you know about it, what you know about it
Banana peels, watermelon rhymes
What you know about it, what you know about it
I've been Banana'd, Cabaret'd, stuffed in a truck for days
Leathered out, flannel'd in, paid to play, thought we'd win
The talent show that would
the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
Just tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang of dope
My cigar
the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your cantaloupe
You tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang of dope
My cigar
Yeah bitch, bitch, bitch
Lil Boat, bitch, bitch, bitch
Yeah you, yeah you, yeah you

Stunt or get stunted on
Young nigga never got fronted
can't don't won't get it
You square chose to ride that shit, sunk with it, I'm still afloat
I ain't the captain of the yacht but I'm on the boat
I
I've been Banana'd, Cabaret'd, stuffed in a truck for days
Leathered out, flannel'd in, paid to play, thought we'd win
The talent show that would
off the banana boat, call me King Tut
Niggas be biting our swag I tried to switch it up
But these niggas still don't get enough
Niggas with attitude
Did you see our brother 
He was here the other day 
But he only came to say that he was leaving 
Did you see his lady 
She was looking where he'd
with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop
understanding

And in my hand
The grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh...these
Oh...these my dreams are yours

I'm a boat well rocked
fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
Just tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang
But I'm on a boat, I ain't actin' what I'm not, knowin' that I don't

You niggas actin' like you will
But I know you won't, you won't
I read between
to write a song, c'mon

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty be-low
Ask me why man I just don't know know
when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
kisses, dirty wishes
Baby, this is living
Roller-coaster
Up and down in random motion
Oh come in closer
Ditch your problems, better days are coming
kisses, dirty wishes 
Baby, this is living
Roller-coaster
Up and down in random motion 
Oh come in closer 
Ditch your problems, better days are coming
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days

That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
his tone
Closet alcoholics anonymous, bitch, I drink alone
Nobody knows so I press on...
I go to Fugazi shows requesting minor threat songs

Drunk