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, babaloo, babaloo
the run Oh, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama. Lay that pistol down Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing. And I'll woo you every day. I'll be your regular mama
