Key: A
Introduction: Ab
Eb
Eb
Ab
Bbm
This was gonna be the night tonight.
Eb
Ab
I was gonna get to hold you tight.
Bb
But I guess we didn't plan it right.
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance.
Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db
Eb
Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb
Ab
Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells
you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab
Ebm
Eb
whack.
#2.
Eb
Ab
Db
Bb
Eb
When a little kiss I want to steal, I hit
Ab
my head against the steering wheel.
Bb
Now I know the way a pretzel feels..
Ab
Cm
Ab
Eb
all I can do is shout..hey, let me out!
Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db
Eb
Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb
Ab
Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells
you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab
Ebm
Eb
whack.
#3.
Eb
Bbm
What a way to waste away, all you.
Eb
Ab
Nothing happens here, to tell the truth.
Db
Eb
Let's go out and find a telephone booth.
Bbm
Ab
Eb
Yeah, that's a better place, I like more space!
Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db
Eb
Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb
Ab
Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells
you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab
whack..(Fade.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.