| Up here in the land of the hot-dog stand
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| The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man
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| We think our South American neighbors are grand
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| We love 'em to beat the band
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| South America, baba-loo, ay-yi-yi, baba-loo
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| One favor you can do, ay-yi-yi, you can do
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| You beautiful lands below
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| Don’t know what you began
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| To put it plainly, I’m tired of shakin'
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| To that Pan-American plan
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| Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ay-yi-yi!
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| I can’t keep movin', ay!, my chassis, ay!, any longer, ay-yi-yi!
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| Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ay-yi-yi!
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| But all this takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin' leaves me
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| achin', olé!
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| First shake around and settle there
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| Then you shake around and settle here
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| Then you shake around and settle there
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| That’s enough, that’s enough
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| Take it back, my spine’s outta-whack
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| There’s a strange click-clack
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| In the back of my Sacroiliac
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| Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
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| Why can’t you send us, ay!, a less strenu-, ay!, -ous number, ay-yi-yi!
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| I got more bumps now, ay!, than on a, ay!, cucumber, ay-yi-yi!
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| While all those Latin drums are cloppin', like a Jumpin' Jack I’m hoppin'
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| without stoppin', olé!
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| South America, take it away
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| First you shake around and settle there (where?)
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| Then you shake around and settle here (oh, there)
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| And then you shake around and settle there (why Bing!)
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| That’s enough, that’s enough
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| Take it back, my spine’s outta-whack
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| There’s a strange click-clack
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| In the back of my Sacroiliac
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| Oh, my achin' back
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| Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
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| Bring back the old days, ay!, of dancing I remember, ay-yi-yi!
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| My hips are cracking, I am shrieking «Ay-Carumba!», ay-yi-yi!
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| I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle, olé!
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| This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission ammunition, olé!
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| Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my
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| patience, olé!
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| South America, take it away |