(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


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