Bananas In My Pocket

[Verse 1]
He wakes up late with crumbs in his bed
Three banana peels stacked by his head
Laughs to himself
Takes one more bite
Then his stomach starts talkin’
Oh boy
Alright
[Chorus]
He’s got bananas in his pocket
Trouble in the air
Every little step
Pffft
He doesn’t even care (hey!)
Peelin’ one
Feelin’ one rumble start
He’s that guy
That guy
Who loves his snacks and accidental art
Bananas in his pocket
Fireworks from his heart
[Verse 2]
First date night at the corner café
Orders extra fruit
He’s livin’ his way
Leans in close
Then the cushion goes “pop”
He turns red
She just laughs
Says “don’t you dare stop”
[Chorus]
He’s got bananas in his pocket
Trouble in the air
Every little step
Pffft
He doesn’t even care (oh no)
Peelin’ one
Feelin’ one rumble start
He’s that guy
That guy
Who loves his snacks and accidental art
Bananas in his pocket
Fireworks from his heart
[Bridge]
Yeah he tried to hide it
Tried to change his taste
But life’s too short to let a good joke waste
So if you hear a tiny trumpet in the dark
It’s just a boy and his fruit and his spark (woah)
[Chorus]
Bananas in his pocket
Trouble in the air
Every little step
Pffft
Everyone just stares (hey!)
Peelin’ one
Feelin’ one rumble start
He’s that guy
Our guy
Turnin’ awkward into goofy charm
Bananas in his pocket
Fireworks from his heart

pop, Bright, bouncy pop with male vocals; crisp acoustic guitar and claps in verses, fizzy synths and a playful bassline in the chorus. Tight drums keep it danceable, with cartoonish ear-candy FX accenting key punchlines. Big stacked gang vocals on the hook, short bridge breakdown with filtered vocal, then a final chorus that hits with extra harmonies and ad-lib flair.