Boom chicky boom, chick chicky boom,
chick boom, chicky boom,
chick chicky boom.
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 them,
to be the band.
South America, Babaloo, Babaloo,
One favor you can do,
One favor you can do
You beautiful ant s below
Don't know what you began
To put it plainly
We're tired of shakin'
To that Pan -American plan
Yee -haw!
Take back your conga
Aye! Your samba
Aye! Your rumba
Aye, aye, aye!
I can't keep shakin'
Aye! my rumble any longer now
maybe latins in their middles
are built stronger
but all this making with the quaking
and the shaking of the bacon
leaves me aching holey
first you shake it and you put it there
then you shake it and you
put it there
that's
enough that's enough
take it back my spine's out of whack.
There's a great big crack
in the back of my sacroiliac.
Take back your conga,
samba, rumba.
Aye, aye, aye.
Why can't you send us
a less strenuous number?
Aye, aye, aye.
It's getting so now, aye,
that even I am slumber.
Aye, aye, aye.
I hear the rockin' of my carcass
and the knocking of the
knockers in my carcass.
Holey! South
America!
Take it away.
That's enough.
That's enough.
Take it back.
My spine's out of whack.
There's a great big crack
in the back of my sac roiliac.
Take back your conga, ay, stamba,
ay, rumba, ay, ay, ay.
Bring back the old days,
ay, of dancing, ay, I remember,
ay, ay, ay.
My hips are creaking and shriek ing,
caramba, ay, ay, ay.
I got a wrinkle and a diddle
and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle.
Mole! Mole! South America
Take it away