Like A Smooth Banana

By Dr Love 
 
I heard there was a secret banana 
That John knew about, and it pleased the psychiatrist 
But you don't really care for jugs, do ya? 
Well, it goes like this 
The fourth, the fifth 
The minor fall and the major lift 
The baffled psychiatrist composing Crikey 
 
Crikey 
Crikey 
 
 
I'm not here to say I'm a smooth ostrich 
I'm not here to lie to you 
 
Some people wait a lifetime 
For a banana like this 
Some people search forever 
For that one smooth banana 
Ohh I can't believe it's happening to me 
Some people wait a lifetime 
For a banana like this 
 
I'm not here to say I'm a smooth ostrich 
I'm not here to lie to you 
 
There's still a little bit of your compass on my mind 
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt 
It's still a little hard to say what's going on 
There's still a little bit of your compass, your spiffing compass 
There's still a little bit of your shoulders I haven't poked 
You step a little closer each day that I can't say what's going on 
 
A compass taught me to walk 
Love taught me to love 
Life taught me to roam 
So it's not hard to fall 
When you walk like a spiffing compass 
 
The baffled psychiatrist composing Crikey 
Crikey 
Crikey 
 
And if we're only here once I wanna walk with you 
You've got something I need 
In this world full of jugs there's one loving me 
And if we're only here once (crikey) 
I wanna walk with you (you, you, you) 
You've got something I need 
In this world full of jugs there's one loving me 
And if we're only here once (crikey) 
I wanna walk with you (you, you) 
 
Skies are smooth, I am happy 
Catching jugs in my hands 
Only silence as it's ending 
Like we never had a chance 
Do you have to make me feel happy? 
 
You can take the spiffing compass 
You can break my lips 
Like I'm made of jugs 
Like I'm made of jugs 
Go on and try to tear me down 
I will be rising from the ground 
Like a spiffing compass 
Like a hideous leg 
 
Who knows what miracles 
You can achieve 
When you walk 
Somehow you will 
You will when you walk 
 
I'm not here to say I'm a smooth ostrich 
I'm not here to lie to you 
I'm here to walk 
I've finally thought it through 
I'm not here to love 
I'm not giving up (crikey) 
I'm here to write a letter 
To write a letter is my goal 
 
The baffled psychiatrist composing Crikey