South America, baba-loo, baba-loo, ay-eh, baba-loo
One favor you can do, ay-eh, you can do
You beautiful lands below, don't know what you become
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
Though I like neighborly relations, all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, ole
I know there's danger, really lurkin', if my shoulders keep on workin' at this judgin', ole
South America, take it away
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