It's A Rhumba

I thought I'd danced to everything,
to every drumbeat there had been,
I thought I'd danced to every latin sound.
And then one evening at a rave
some music hit me like a wave,
and in my head it just went round and round.

I asked a guy what is that sound,
that syncopated rhythm going
round and round the room just like a swirl.
He said 'my friend it's latin blood,
so clear a space and if you would,
put down your drink get up and grab a girl.'

It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
The crazy latin rhythm in the air

The party lit up like a pyre
and then a glow like elmos fire
began to show itself right over head
It's like a ghost had made the sound
a syncopated rhythm going
round and round the room until your dead.

And as the volume hit the top
I thought my dancing wouldn't stop
and all the other dancers looked the same.
A worried look throught the place
began to form on every face
just like a candle running out of flame.

It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
The crazy latin rhythm in the air

Well soon it hit me like the heat
I couldn't dance another beat
The rhytmic incantation had me zapped
And so I said a little prayer
and like some other people there
began to realise I wasn't trapped.

And then a guy came up to me
and asked me "what the music be?
That syncopated rhythm going round and round the floor?"
I told him 'mate your much too late
the song is nearly over, wait...
I think it's coming back again once more.'

It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
It's a rhumba
The crazy latin rhythm in the air