South America, Take It Away (Feat. John Scott Trotter And His Orchestra, The Charioteers, The Rhythmaires)

Up here in the land of the hot dog stand The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man We think our South American neighbors are grand We love 'em to beat the band South America, baba loo, ay yi yi, baba loo One favor you can do, ay yi yi, you can do You beautiful lands below Don't know what you began To put it plainly, I'm tired of shakin' To that Pan American plan Take back your Samba, ay, your Rumba, ay, your Conga, ay yi yi I can't keep movin', ay, my chassis, ay, any longer, ay yi yi Now maybe Latins, ay, in their middles ay, are built stronger, ay yi yi But all this takin' to the quakin' And this makin' with the shakin' leaves me achin', ole First shake around and settle there Then you shake around and settle here Then you shake around and settle there That's enough, that's enough Take it back, my spine's outta whack There's a strange click clack In the back of my Sacroiliac Take back your Conga, ay, your Samba, ay, your Rumba, ay yi yi Why can't you send us, ay, a less strenu , ay, ous number, ay yi yi I got more bumps now, ay, than on a, ay, cucumber, ay yi yi While all those Latin drums are cloppin' like a Jumpin' Jack I'm hoppin' without stoppin', ole South America, take it away First you shake around and settle there where Then you shake around and settle here oh, there And then you shake around and settle there why Bing That's enough, that's enough Take it back, my spine's outta whack There's a strange click clack In the back of my Sacroiliac Oh, my achin' back Take back your Conga, ay, your Samba, ay, your Rumba, ay yi yi Bring back the old days, ay, of dancing I remember, ay yi yi My hips are cracking, I am shrieking Ay Carumba, ay yi yi I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle, ole This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission ammunition, ole Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, ole South America, take it away