There's a fruit store on our street;
It's run by a Greek.
And he keeps good things to eat,
But you should hear him speak.
When you ask him anything, never answers 'No;'
He just 'yesses' you to death
And as he takes your dough he tells you:
“Yes we have no bananas… we have no bananas today;
We've broad beans like bunions, cabbahges and honions,
And all kinds of fruit and say…
We have an old fashioned tomahto, a nice Jersey potahto;
But yes we have no bananas… we have no bananas today."