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.
