Artist/Band: 
Mel Torme 
Lyrics for Song: South America, Take It Away! 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Mel Torme
  
               
  21036>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, baba-loo, ay-ee-eh, baba-loo
  One favor you can do, ay-ee-eh, 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, 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', ole!
 
 
  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 sacroilliac
 
 
  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', ole!
  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, 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, ole!
  This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission 
  ammunition, ole!
  Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try 
  my patience, ole!
  South America, take it away!
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