Stan Freberg Banana Boat (Day-O)

Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, he say --
(Wow, man, I`ll have to ask you not to shout like that.)
Well...
(It`s like right in my ear, man.)
Well, it goes with the song.
(Yeah, but don`t holler in my ear, man.)
Well, it`s authentic, uh, Calypso, uh, shout--
(Yeah, but try standing next to me, man.)
Well, the shout go with the bongo drums
(Not my bongo drums, man. I mean, move away.)
Well, I don`t see why
(No, no, no, stand over next to the guitar, man.)
He sent me over here.
(Yeah? Well, then sing soft, man. You know, I mean like, wow.)
Okay. DAY--
(It`s too loud, man.)
Day...
(That`s better.)

Me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
(Yeah, man.)

Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the morning come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Lift six foot, seven foot (Hold it, man.)
eight foot bunch (Hold it, man.)
Daylight come and (Too loud, man, too loud.) me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot (Hold it, man, hold it, hold it, man.) eight foot bunch
Daylight come (My ears, my ears, like, my ears.) and me wan' go home
Day-- (No, hold it, man.)
Me say day-o (It`s too shrill, man. It`s too piercing.)

Well, I don`t see why--(No, it`s too piercing, man. It`s too piercing.) Well, I got to do the shout.
(No, man, it`s too piercing. Like I don`t dig loud noises.)

Well, you ruin the whole (Piercing.) record is what you do. (Yeah, well, tough. I`ll take my bongos and go, man. Because the whole thing is, like, bugging me, anyhow.)

Yeah, well, wait a minute. I won`t shout. (No, I'm cuttin', man. Like I didn`t wanna make this gig in the first place.)
Oh, no, wait a minute. I`ll be soft.
(Yeah, well...then back off from me, man. It`s too piercing.)

Okay.
*footsteps receding*
How`s this: DAY-O
(Too loud, man.)
Okay.
*footsteps receding*
day-o
(Too loud, man. I can still hear you. Would you mind leaving the room.)
Okay.
*footsteps receding, door opens and closes*
Day, me say day-o
(Crazy.)
*door opens, footsteps approaching*
Daylight come and me wan' go home
*footsteps receding, door slams*
Day, me say day-o
*door opens, footsteps approaching*
Daylight come and me wan' go home
A beautiful bunch of ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come (No, man, don`t sing about spiders. I mean, oooh, like I don't dig spiders.) and me wan'...

Well, that`s, that's how the song goes. See, it goes: Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come (Ooh.) and me wan' go home

(Is that it, can I leave now?) Uh, not yet, we got a big finish.
*footsteps leaving, door slams*
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-o
*rattles doorknob, knocks*
Hey. (Yeah, man.) I locked myself out. (Crazy.)
*footsteps, window breaks*
I come through the window.

Daylight come and me waaaan' go home

(Wow.)