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