Lyrics (There's) No Room to Rhumba In a Sports Car - 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
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