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Just another rhumba
(Gershwin)
Verse:
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:
Refrain:
It's just another Rhum-ba,
But it certainly has my num-bah;
So much so that I can't eat or slum-bah!
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to go 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 Rhum-ba!
Which I heard only last Septum-bah;
I'm a wreck - why did I have to succum-bah?
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to succum-bah
To that Rhum-bah?
Trio:
Ah, ah! I'm the cu-ca-ra-cha
Who just went blah
And gave up swing and hot-cha
Ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah! At first it was divine-ah
But it turned out a Cuban Frankenstein-ah.
Ah, ah, ah! It's got me by the
throat-ah!
Oh, what's the antidote-ah?
Ah, ah, ah! It brought me woe and
strie-ah!
It made me lose my wife-ah!*
It's the Rhum-ba that blighted my life!
There it goes again!
Just another Rhum-ba,
Which has got me under its thum-bah;
So much so that I can't eat or slum-bah!
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to succum-bah
To that Rhum-bah?
*Alternate version of this line: 'Oh, where's a gun or knife-ah?'
