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?