I'm the top banana in the greenhouse
I'm the cream on the apple pie
It's hard to be humble when you're genius
Eclipses of stars in the sky
All my words are proclamations
Every thought I have seems to fly
I'm the top banana in the greenhouse
I'm a champagne kind of guy
Come tip your hats, I'm a hero in spats
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humble when your genius eclipses the stars in the sky I'm the pineapple in the pantry
I made the pavalova cry I'm Seabiscuit at the racetrack here he comes I hear them cry
I'm light on my feet the toast of German Street I'm the Prince of Piccadilly they all want to meet
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I'm the top banana in the greenhouse I'm the cream on the apple pie it's hard to be humble
when your genius eclipses the stars in the sky all my words are proclamations every thought I
have seems to fly I'm the top banana in the greenhouse I'm a champagne kind of guy
I'm the top banana in the greenhouse I'm the Prince of Piccadilly they all want to meet