the land of the hot dog stand,
ican neighbors are grand,
we love them to beat the band.
South America, bubble -oo, bubble -oo, i -e -a,
bubble -oo, one favor you can do, i -e -a, 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, aye, your rumba,
aye, my chassis, aye, any longer
aye, are built stronger, aye, aye, aye,
but all is taken to the quaking,
and this baking with the shaking
leaves me aching, oh, hey.
First you shake around a saddle,
then you shake around a saddle, here,
then you shake around a saddle,
That's enough. That's enough.
There's a strange click -clack
in the back of my sacroiliac.
aye, your rumba, aye, aye, aye.
Why can't you send us, aye,
I got more bumps now, than on a,
While all those Latin drums are cloppin'
I'm hoppin' without stoppin'
Ole, South America, take it away
First you shake around and settle there
And then you shake around and settle here
And then you shake around and settle there
that's enough, take it back
There's a strange click -clack
in the back of my sacroiliac,
Take back your conga, ay, your samba,
ay, your rumba, ay -yay -yay.
ay, remember, ay -yay -yay.
My hips are crackin', ay, and shriekin',
ay, caramba, ay -yay -yay.
I got a wriggle and a diddle
and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle.
Olé! This fancy swishin' in position
wears out all of my transmission
Olé! Oh, I like neighborly relations,
all this crazy new gyrations,