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, baba-loo, ay-ee-eh, baba-loo 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
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 sacroilliac
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 sacroilliac 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
