It happened to me On a trip to the west indies Oh, I’m all at sea Since that trip to the west indies
I’m jittery I’m twittery I guess I’m done for I guess I’m through And it’s something about which there’s nothing anyone can do
It isn’t love It isn’t money trouble It’s a very funny trouble:
It’s just another rhumba But it certainly has my numb-bah So much so, that I can’t eat or slum-bah Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to plan a Vacation in havana? Why did I take that trip That made me lose my grip? Oh! that piece of music laid me low There it goes again:
Just another rhumba Which I heard only last septum-bah I’m a wreck, why did I have to succumb-bah Can you imagine anything dumb-bah? Why did I have to succumb-bah To that rhumba?
Ahah, I’m the cucaracha, who just went blah And gave up swinging ha-cha, ahah Ahah, at first it was devine-ah But it turned out a cuban frankenstein-ah
Ahah, it’s got me by the throat-ah! Oh, what’s the antidote-ah? Ahah, it brought me woe and strife-ah Oh, where’s a gun or knife-ah? It’s the rhumba that blighted my life There it goes again:
Just another rhumba But it certainly has my numb-bah So much so, that I can’t eat or slum-bah Can you imagine anything dumb-bah? Why did I have to succumb-bah To that rhumba?
(instrumental break)
There it goes again:
Just another rhumba But it certainly has my numb-bah So much so, that I can’t eat or slum-bah Can you imagine anything dumb-bah? Why did I have to succumb-bah To that rhumba?