no room to rhumba in a sports car
Singer:presley, elvis
this was gonna be the night tonight
i was gonna get to hold you tight
but i guess we didn't plan it right
no room to rhumba in a sports car
you can't move forward or back
there's no room to do what the beat tells you to
without throwing your spine outta wack
when a little kiss i want to steal
i hit my head against the steering wheel
now i know the way a pretzel feels
all i can do is shout.hey let me out!
no room to rhumba in a sports car
you can't move forward or back
there's no room to do what the beat tells you to
without throwing your spine outta wack
what a way to waste a day with you
nothing happens that can tell the truth
let's go out and find a telephone booth
yeah that's a better place
no room to rhumba in a sports car
you can't move forward or back
there's no room to do what the beat tells you to
without throwing your spine outta wack