Standing by the fruit store on the corner
Once I heard a customer complain
"You never seem to show the fruit we all love so
That's why business hasn't been the same

I don't like your peaches
They are full of stones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones

Don't give me tomatoes
Can't stand ice cream cones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones

No matter where I go
With Susie, May, or Anna
I want the world to know
I must have my banana

Cabbages and onions
Hurt my singing tones
I like bananas
Because they have no bones"

[Spoken]
Hello Mr. Durante, this is a surprise! What are you doing here?
[Spoken]
'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 a disgrace, that's what it is. Ah, words fail me."

[Spoken]
Well, don't let it get you, Mr. Durante, listen to George sing this chorus

Ach, a' the famous folks, man
Even they a' know
They like their bananas
'Cause they havenae ony bones

It's everybody's weakness
It micht be your ain
Divn't ye like bananas?
'Cause they havenae ony banes

Man, there's something in bananas
That gives you that strange feeling
Naebody can resist them
They are sae appealin'! Ha!

The quintuplet bairnies, man
Those healthy five Dionnes
They a' eat bananas
'Cause they havenae ony bones