Just Another Rhumba

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 I'm the cucaracha, who just went blah And gave up swinging ha cha, ahah At first it was devine ah But it turned out a Cuban Frankenstein ah It's got me by the throat ah Oh, what's the antidote ah 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 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