Yee Yee

There ain't no bunch of them that ain't appealing
This happy yellow sunshine that I'm feeling
A joyous treat for me, almost the apple of all I see
I'm stepping out with glee, yee yee

I love bananas so, I cannot split them
If there's no Gros Michel, I'll have Cavendish then
They're here on the fruit tray, so everything will be okay
I'll eat them all until I bloat, until I'm in a Chicago overcoat, yeah



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Writer(s): Josh Guard
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