No Room To Rumba In A Sports Car

Intro: #1. 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 Rumba 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   whack.      #2. 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 Rumba 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   whack.      #3. What a way to waste away all you. Nothing happens here to 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 Rumba 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   whack..(Fade.) A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.