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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, ay-yi-yi, baba-loo One favor you can do, ay-yi-yi, you can do You beautiful lands below Don't know what you began To put it plainly, I'm tired of shaking 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! Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ay-yi-yi! But all this taking to the quaking and this making with the shaking leaves me aching, 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 SongtexteTake 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 clopping, like a Jumping Jack I'm hopping without stopping, olé! South America, take it away 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 Sacroiliac Oh, my aching 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, olé! This fancy swishing 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 Aus Songtexte Mania