I got a hole that hungers to be filled And once i'm satisfied, a path will be revealed

The base is my wingman. I didn’t get electrified until the nineteen thirties. Typically six strings that are strummed or plucked. What a fender bender, a famous maker didn’t even learn to play me.

As a verb, you do this with a bad habit that you want to stop doing. As a noun, you can find me in raised sidewalks.

With a metallic grin, I hold things tight, A track that glides with teeth that bite. In jackets and bags, I take a ride, Keeping your belongings safe inside.

You already canoe this; it's not a banana, but a boat. The leg room is smaller, but at least you'll still float. The narrow beam allows for agile navigation. And you get a cool double-blade to wield on your vacation.