(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 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 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 wack