(There`s) No Room to Rhumba in a Sports — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

(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