Lyrics and translation Bing Crosby - South America, Take It Away!

South America, Take It Away!

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

L'Amérique du Sud, prends-la !

Là-haut, au pays des stands de hot-dogs
De la bombe atomique et du vendeur de glaces
On trouve que nos voisins sud-américains sont formidables
On les aime à en mourir

Amérique du Sud, baba-loo, ay-yi-yi, baba-loo
Une faveur que tu peux nous faire, ay-yi-yi, que tu peux faire
Vos belles terres d'en bas
Je ne sais pas ce que tu as commencé
Pour le dire clairement, j'en ai assez de me secouer
À ce plan panaméricain

Reprends ta Samba, ay!, ta Rumba, ay!, ta Conga, ay-yi-yi!
Je ne peux plus bouger, ay!, mon châssis, ay!, plus longtemps, ay-yi-yi!
Peut-être que les Latins, ay!, au milieu, ay!, sont plus robustes, ay-yi-yi!
Mais tout ce va-et-vient et ce secouement me fait mal, olé!

D'abord, tu te secoues et tu t'installes là
Ensuite, tu te secoues et tu t'installes ici
Puis tu te secoues et tu t'installes là
Ça suffit, ça suffit
Reprends-la, ma colonne vertébrale est foutue
Il y a un drôle de clic-clac
Au fond de mon sacrum

Reprends ta Conga, ay!, ta Samba, ay!, ta Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas nous envoyer, ay!, un nombre moins vigou-, ay!, -reux, ay-yi-yi!
J'ai plus de bosses maintenant, ay!, que sur un, ay!, concombre, ay-yi-yi!
Alors que tous ces tambours latins claquent, je saute comme un Jack sauteur sans jamais m'arrêter, olé!
Amérique du Sud, prends-la !

D'abord, tu te secoues et tu t'installes là (où ?)
Ensuite, tu te secoues et tu t'installes ici (oh, là)
Puis tu te secoues et tu t'installes là (pourquoi Bing !)
Ça suffit, ça suffit
Reprends-la, ma colonne vertébrale est foutue
Il y a un drôle de clic-clac
Au fond de mon sacrum
Oh, mon dos qui me fait mal

Reprends ta Conga, ay!, ta Samba, ay!, ta Rumba, ay-yi-yi!
Rapporte-moi les vieux jours, ay!, de la danse dont je me souviens, ay-yi-yi!
Mes hanches craquent, je crie "Ay-Carumba!", ay-yi-yi!
J'ai une ondulation et un diddle et un giggle comme un violon dans mon milieu, olé!
Cette imposition de balancement chic épuise toute mon munition de transmission, olé!
Bien que j'aime les relations de voisinage, toutes ces nouvelles gyrations farfelues mettent ma patience à l'épreuve, olé!
Amérique du Sud, prends-la !