Tuesday, July 12, 2005


A truck was rolling down a hill
Bananas were the load
It hit a bump and then there were
Bananas in the road

And there were
Goodness what a mess!
Squished 'em flat and just imagine

Then each time you sing it you take off the last letter and replace it with a clap so eventually it's just clapping instead of spelling out "bananas".

Now can you see why I'm so absolutely in love with this song?? I sing it CONSTANTLY!!



KarbonKountyMoos said...

Have you stopped YET?

Tricia said...

I see you survived Dennis!
My backyard is a swimming pool!
A very muddy swimming pool!
Kinda like the Chattahoochee.

I will try your bananas thingie, but no promises. I have two left hands LOL!

MrsCoach2U said...

Thanks....now it's stuck in my head. Sure beats "I bet you wish your girlfriend was a HO like me"...I've had that song stuck in my head since meeting a cousins new girlfriend. HEHEHEHEHEHE

J said...

My oldest daughter just said I KNOW THAT SONG! Now, they are all singing it. It is better than other songs they could be singing right now.

Redneck Diva said...

Moos-Well, I had stopped until I logged back on here and now I'm singing it again...

Tricia-Yeah, Dennis went to the east of us and we got nothing more than a little wind on Sunday night. Talk about disappointing! I was hoping for something better than THAT!

Once you start singing BANANAS you won't be able to quit. Trust me.

Mrs.Coach-There are certain people that just need that song sung to them, huh.

J-They could be singing BINGO, or 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, or The Song That Never Ends. BANANAS seems like a better deal. And I would know - I've sung it virtually nonstop since Saturday.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Well, if you want to keep from ending up as pieces in a 55-gallon barrel, sing this if some psycho attacks you. And flash a picture of that photo that goes on your comments. That way, he'll know you are more psycho than him, and move on to a less challenging victim.

Redneck Diva said...

HillbillyMom-Good idea! That picture of me is pretty psycho isn't it? I look like a deranged she-pirate. Thanks to you, I might possibly live to die of natural causes and not at the hands of a deranged internet blog-stalker. My mother thanks you as well.

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