VIDS
No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car
by Enednoviel
(song by Elvis Presley)September 2005
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VIDDER'S NOTE:
The idea for this video came from AgentXpndble (owner of the CI5Addict-Site). I agreed with her. This one was *begging* to be made into a Pros vid! I had loads of fun while making it, giggling all the time. It turned out to be a little hommage to the sportscars in the Pros (especially the Capris and Doyle's Escort) and of course the lad's car banter.
The idea for this video came from AgentXpndble (owner of the CI5Addict-Site). I agreed with her. This one was *begging* to be made into a Pros vid! I had loads of fun while making it, giggling all the time. It turned out to be a little hommage to the sportscars in the Pros (especially the Capris and Doyle's Escort) and of course the lad's car banter.
No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car
by Elvis Presley
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 a day with you
Nothing happens that can 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
by Elvis Presley
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 a day with you
Nothing happens that can 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
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