Song | (There's) No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car |
Artist | Elvis Presley |
Album | Fun In Acapulco |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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Lyrics:Fred Wise/Dick Manning Music: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 |
zuo ci : | |
Lyrics: Fred Wise Dick Manning Music: 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 |
zuò cí : | |
Lyrics: Fred Wise Dick Manning Music: 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 |