Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South America, Ta, artist - Bing Crosby. Date of issue: 09.10.2014
Song language: English
South America, Ta |
| 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 |