| 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 |