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! Because 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