South America, Take It Away Songtext
von The Andrews Sisters

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-hey, babaloo
One favor you can do, ay-ee-hey, 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 moving, ay, my chassis, ay
Any longer, ay-yi-yi
I think that 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 you shake it and you put it here
Then you shake it and you put it there
Then you shake it and you put it here
That′s enough, that's enough
Take it back, my spine′s out of whack
There's a strange click-clack in the back of my sacro
Iliac, oh, my aching back

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′ve 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

This fancy, squishin' 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!