No Room To Rumba In A Sports Car

INTRO: Ab Eb

#1.
Eb       Ab           Bbm
This was gonna be the night tonight.
      Eb           Ab
I was gonna get to hold you tight.
                      Bb
But I guess we didn't plan it right.
Eb      Fm      Ab                  Eb
I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance.

CHORUS:
              Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db              Eb                    Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb      Ab                     Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells

you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab     Ebm Eb
whack.

#2.
Eb     Ab            Db      Bb     Eb
When a little kiss I want to steal, I hit
                    Ab
my head against the steering wheel.
                     Bb
Now I know the way a pretzel feels..
Ab  Cm          Ab                 Eb
all I can do is shout..hey, let me out!

CHORUS:
              Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db              Eb                    Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb      Ab                     Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells

you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab     Ebm Eb
whack.

#3.
Eb                  Bbm
What a way to waste away, all you.
Eb                       Ab
Nothing happens here, to tell the truth.
                        Db        Eb
Let's go out and find a telephone booth.
      Bbm             Ab                 Eb
Yeah, that's a better place, I like more space!

CHORUS:
              Ab
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a
Db              Eb                    Ab
sports car..you can't move forward or back.
Eb      Ab                     Eb
There's no room to do what the beat tells

you to..without throwing your spine outta
Ab
whack..(Fade.)