(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 a day with you

Nothing happens that can 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 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