(There's) No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car

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 away all youth
 Nothing happens till you 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