Monday, April 22, 2013

Me Gusta la Banana

I think we have a new contender for worst song ever: the 1984 recording “Banana” by someone calling herself Jane Chiquita.


If the pairing of name and subject matter seem a little on the nose, then you too may be questioning whether this could be a joke. Or maybe it’s just some poor woman’s realization of her banana-centric destiny, at which point she, having completed the task for which she was sent to Earth, simply stopped existing. What I’d like to think — what I’m hoping, really — is that the song is about dicks and the suits in the studio said, “No, Jane, you can’t record a song just about dicks, even though this is Italy,” and so she was all, “Fine. Let’s make it about flesh-colored swords. No, wait — bananas! That’s easier to rhyme.” Because I can’t wrap my head around anyone thinking it would be a good idea just to make a song about how much they like bananas, though it wouldn’t be the first time someone had been tricked into singing about dicks.

Me being shortsighted, I took Latin as my foreign language, and so I can’t be sure what she’s actually singing about? Is this song in Spanish or Italian? Can someone smarter tell me if the lyrics are filthy? Or is it just a celebration of potassium?

4 comments:

  1. Relevant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chvzqMT1Bgc

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    1. That is extremely relevant, perhaps even better by virtue of not being horrifically annoying. Thanks for that!

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  2. Wow. Just... wow. I think it's Spanish? I can't hear all the words properly though, and I'm going on a very rough knowledge of basic Latin and better French. But it sounds like "I taste the banana, I eat the banana... American banana..." Yikes. I'd say the lyrics are.... suggestive, at best.

    Good find, though.

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    1. Suggestive at best, rawly vulgar at worst. But hey: Yay, America!

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