Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South America, Take It Away (With Bing Crosby) - Original, artist - The Andrews Sisters. Album song The Best Of The Andrews Sisters CD2, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.04.2006
Record label: CHARLY
Song language: English
South America, Take It Away (With Bing Crosby) - Original |
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 |
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 |
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 |