Banana Moonlight

Bubblegum thoughts in a jellybean sky,

Penguin in boots walkin’ slow-mo high.

Toaster’s hummin’ in a tangerine tune,

While I’m eatin’ pickles under banana moon.

Banana moonlight, cotton candy rain,

Runnin’ in circles on a paper plane.

Socks on the ceiling, toast in my hand,

Feelin’ kinda funky in a pancake band.

Ohhhh, banana moonlight…

Weird feels so right.

Velcro shoes on a marshmallow stair,

Talkin’ to a cactus with bubble-wrap hair.

Keys in the fishbowl, phone on the floor,

Microwave singin’ like never before.

Banana moonlight, cotton candy rain,

Runnin’ in circles on a paper plane.

Socks on the ceiling, toast in my hand,

Feelin’ kinda funky in a pancake band.

Ohhhh, banana moonlight…

Weird feels so right.

Left foot hops, right brain flies,

Can’t explain it — don’t even try.

This song’s got no map, no rule, no plan…

Just a rubber duck drum and a disco fan.

Banana moonlight, lightning in my tea,

Rappin’ with a hamster on channel 3.

Spaghetti in my boots, glitter on my sneeze,

This is what it sounds like when you live with ease.

Banana moonlight… say it twice—

’Cause weird feels nice.