Up here in the land of the hotdog 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, babaloo, babaloo, ayeeeh, babaloo One favor you can do, ayeeeh, you can do You beautiful lands below Dont know what you began To put it plainly, Im tired of shakin To that PanAmerican plan Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ayyiyi! I cant keep movin, ay!, my chassis, ay!, any longer, ayyiyi! Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ayyiyi! But all this takin to the quakin and this makin with the shakin leaves me achin, ol! First shake around and settle there Then you shake around and settle here Then you shake around and settle there Thats enough, thats enough Take it back, my spines outtawhack Theres a strange clickclack In the back of my sacroilliac Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ayyiyi! Why cant you send us, ay!, a less strenu, ay!, ous number, ayyiyi! I got more bumps now, ay!, than on a, ay!, cucumber, ayyiyi! While all those Latin drums are cloppin, like a Jumpin Jack Im hoppin without stoppin, ol! 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! Thats enough, thats enough Take it back, my spines outtawhack Theres a strange clickclack In the back of my sacroilliac Oh, my achin back Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ayyiyi! B
ay, ayyiyi, settle, babaloo, conga