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. 


              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.