The Ballad of Jana and Dana

Album: Singin' In Our Own Backyard

Lyrics

v1) There once was a mana, his name it was Dana He lived on the banks of the Susquehanna This mana named Dana on the Susquehanna Loved a sweet girl and they called her Jana, oh ...

CH: Jana, sweet Jana, I love you so You’re a plump ripe banana, you’re a pan o’ pure gold Can I be your mana, say yes if you cana Jana my sweet Susquehanna girl

v2) Now Jana love Dana, but she had a nana Who was wicked and mean and wore a black afghana This mean wicked nana had placed a strict bana On Jana ever seeing her dear beau, Dana, so ...

v3) Dana and Jana, they cooked up a plana To outwit that nana in her black afghana They found a rowboat so that night they could float Down the old Susquehanna till they reached Montana, oh ...

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v4) The night air was chilly as Dana rowed Jana So she borrowed her mean nana’s black afghana That’s how that mean nana got wind of their plana And she snarled as she snatched up her black frying pana ...

v5) That nana she rana o’er the moonlit savannah Till she got to a bend in the Susquehanna She climbed up a tree and there Jana did see Rowing with Dana according to plana ...

v6) That nana decided to do like Tarzana Swing down from the tree and then clobber poor Dana But she missed him and splashed into the dark Susquehanna Which happened to be teeming with hungry piranha, oh ...

v7) That was the end of that mean wicked nana For love was the one thing she never could stana As for Dana and Jana, they never got to Montana But they opened a pet store called “The Smiling Piranha”, oh ...

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Credit

by Jack Pearson © 1994 Jack Pearson, OtterTunity Inc. - BMI