(There’s) No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car Elvis Presley

[Verse 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

[Chorus]
'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

[Verse 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!!”

[Chorus]
'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

[Verse 3]
What a way to waste away our youth
Nothing happens here, to tell the truth
Let's get out and find a telephone booth
Yeah, that's a better place, I like more space