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', ol?!

 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', ol?!
 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 sacroilliac
 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, ol?!
 This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission ammunition, ol?!
 Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, ol?!
 South America, take it away