South America, Take It Away Lyrics - Swingin' With Bing! Bing Crosby's Lost Radio Performances - Bing Crosby

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 shakin' 

To that Pan-American plan 

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Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ay-yi-yi! 

I can't keep movin', 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 takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin' leaves me achin', 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 

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 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', olé! 

South America, take it away 

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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, 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 swishin' 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