Elvis Presley – Theres No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car (Ukulele)

Capo 1
Key
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Chords

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by: Fred Wise and Dick Manning From: “Fun in Acapulco” (1963) Tabbed by: maguri Tuning: Soprano C Capo: 1st Play: G Key: Ab For chords in original key, transpose +1 (and "use flats").
CHORDS
       g-C-E-A
D7     2-0-2-0
Am7    0-0-0-0 or 2-4-3-3
C6     0-0-0-0
Em7    0-2-0-2
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro]
| G G7 | D7 |  G  |
            (break)
[Verse 1]
                      Am7
This was gonna be the night tonight

D7                  G
 I was gonna get to hold you tight

      G               Am7
But I guess we didn't plan it right

D                        G G G
  I never stood a chance
(break)
                | D |
We couldn't dance
[Chorus]
             G                      C          C6
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a sports car

    D                     G
You can't move forward or back

        G                      D7
There's no room to do what the beat tells you to

        D7                       | G D7 |  G  |
Without throwing your spine outta whack  (break)
[Verse 2]
                     Am7
When a little kiss I want to steal

D7                         G
 I hit my head against the steering wheel

      Em7            Am7
Now I know the way a pretzel feels

D                       G G G
  All I can do is shout
(break)
                | D |
Hey, let me out!
[Chorus]
             G                      C          C6
Cause there's no room to Rumba in a sports car

    D                     G
You can't move forward or back

        G                      D7
There's no room to do what the beat tells you to

        D7                       | G D7 |  G  |
Without throwing your spine outta whack  (break)
[Verse 2]
                     Am7
What a way to waste away our youth

D7                        G
 Nothing happens here, to tell the truth

         Em7            Am7
Let's go out and find a telephone booth

D                             G G G
  Yeah, that's a better place
(break)
                | D |
I like more space!
[Chorus]
               G                      C          C6
Because there's no room to Rumba in a sports car

    D                     G
You can't move forward or back

        G                      D7
There's no room to do what the beat tells you to
1 + 2 + 3
        D7                       | G D7 |  G   G G G
Without throwing your spine outta whack