South America, Take It Away

South America, Take It Away - Mel Tormé

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

Take back your samba ay your rumba ay your conga ay-yi-yi

I can't keep chacking ay my rainbow 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 shakin' with the makin'

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 samba 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

All those latin racking are racking like a jumpin' jack I'm

Hoppin' without stoppin' ole

South America take it away

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

Bring back the old days ay of dancing ay 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

South America take it away