Man I drove down to Ghent in my underwear
I went looking for some new
Funny clothes to wear
I was feeling strange
I'd say a little deranged

So I walk on in this funky place
Just to see what kinda groove
That I could trace
I saw her face
And her elegant taste

Dancing to a disco was the bananqueen
Thoroughly surrounded by her royal 
I was amazed
She put a smile on my face

She said:
Hey man
You shouldn't be worried
About the good or the bad or all them stories
Just a slowly point your life
In the right direction
And live it up the the max of true satisfaction

I said:
My life is OK

Maybe she was French
Maybe African or German
But it didn't really matter to the people
That were turning
To the left to the right
The way they moved was out of sight
Man I had to get busy giving everything

She had an afroceltic fire and a philosophic trill
She had the muscles of a giant
With a delicate skill
She had the softness of a mama
And the kindness of a granny
She was yelling like Brown James Joyce
Donkey Daddy

Now you may think the queen
Was dome doctrinial fool
Or like a monkey
Doing tricks around a touristic crew
I'd say a
This here character was nothing like that
I think the forces of this planet
All were bound in this cat

I said:
My life is OK