South America, Take It Away

Lyrics

[Vocals: Bing Crosby, The Andrews Sisters, both] 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, babaloo, babaloo, ay-ee-eh, babaloo One favor you can do, ay-ee-eh, 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', olé 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', olé South America, take it away First you shake around and settle there (where?) And 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 dancin' I remember, ay-yi-yi My hips are crackin', I am shriekin', ay carumba, ay-yi-yi I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle Like a fiddle in my middle, olé This fancy swishin' imposition wears out All of my transmission ammunition, olé Though I like neighborly relations All these crazy new gyrations try my patience, olé South America, take it away