Key: A
Introduction: Ab Eb
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.
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!
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!
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.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.