Bow low and kiss the rings of Banana King Thong,
his pleasures are yours, his rights never wrong.
Praise the power of which he wields yearlong
as the choir gathers in the garden to sing his song.
War with him lasts too long, his forces far too strong
for the lords who preach to those who don’t belong.
Survive and bow low at the feet of Banana King Thong,
he who’s blessed with the immortal mighty dong.