elvis presley
(there's) no room to rhumba in a sports car
(Words & music by Fred Wise - Dick Manning ) This was gonna be the night tonight I was gonna get to hold you tight But I guess we didn't plan it right I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance Cause there's , 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!! Cause there's , 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, I like more space Cause there's , 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.