(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