Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters Follow

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, ayyiyi, babaloo
One favor you can do, ayyiyi, 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, ayyiyi
I can't keep movin', ay, my chassis, ay, any longer, ayyiyi
Now maybe Latins, ay, in their middles, ay, are built stronger, ayyiyi
But all this takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin'

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, ayyiyi
Why can't you send us, ay, a less strenu, ay, ous number, ayyiyi?
I got more bumps now, ay, than on a, ay, cucumber, ayyiyi
While all those Latin drums are cloppin'

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 achin' back

Take back your Conga, ay, your Samba, ay, your Rumba, ayyiyi
Bring back the old days, ay, of dancin', I remember, ayyiyi
My hips are crackin' ay, I am shriekin' "Ay Carumba", ayyiyi

This fancy swishin' imposition wears out

Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations

The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man
We think our South American neighbors are grand