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Up here in the land of the hot-dog standThe atom bomb and the Good Humor ManWe think our South American neighbors are grandWe love 'em to beat the bandSouth America, baba-loo, baba-loo, ay-ee-eh, baba-looOne favor you can do, ay-ee-eh, you can doYou beautiful lands belowDon't know what you beganTo put it plainly, I'm tired of shakin'To that Pan-American planTake 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 thereThen you shake around and settle hereThen you shake around and settle thereThat's enough, that's enoughTake it back, my spine's outta-whackThere's a strange click-clackIn the back of my sacroilliacLetras de cancionesTake 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 awayFirst 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 enoughTake it back, my spine's outta-whackThere's a strange click-clackIn the back of my sacroiliacOh, my achin' backTake 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! From Letras Mania