(There's) No Room to Rhumba In a Sports Car

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 whack

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 whack

What a way to waste away our youth

Nothing happens here to tell the truth

Let's get out and find a telephone booth

Yeah, that's a better place

I like more space

Because 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 whack