Intro: #1. 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 Rumba 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 whack. #2. 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 Rumba 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 whack. #3. What a way to waste away, all you. Nothing happens here, to 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 Rumba 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 whack..(Fade.) A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.