There's No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car Songtext
von Elvis Presley

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 all youth
Nothing happens till you 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