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Tytuł: (There's) No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car

  • Wykonawca: Elvis Presley
  • Wy¶wietleń: 227
(Words & music by Fred Wise - Dick Manning )
  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