Story Behind the Song
This fun and catchy song tells the story of a Cuban woman who takes her man out for an evening of dancing; he reluctantly comes along and she ends up dancing with another partner. With one lyricist working on the theme, chorus and bridge and another lyricist writing the verses, this song took about one week to write. We probably did three or four takes in the studio to get the one we wanted.
Lyrics
On a hot Cuban night my sweetie and I siesta
But for fun-ah I like the Rhumba, it is the best-ah
It's the heart and the soul of Havana
And to dance-ah the Rhumba, ooh, I want a man-ah!
So I go to the Club 'El Tropical' with my sweetie
Then he drinks-ah some rum and then he just takes a seat-ie
As the room fills with infectious rhythm
And the band plays, my sweetie says he just wants to listen...and I say
Chorus:
Oh no, you can't Rhumba, you can't Rhumba that way
Oh, no, you can't Rhumba, you can't Rhumba that way
(repeat chorus)
Then I spy a cute guy who smiles as I look him over
And I pay for my drink, look up and he has moved closer
Then he asks, would I like-ah to dance
And I say to myself, why not? I will take a chance
So he takes-ah my hand and leads me onto the dance floor
When I glance at my date I notice he really looks sore
As our bodies they sway to the music
And my sweetie's gone flush, it looks like he's gonna' lose it... and he says
(repeat chorus twice)
The rhythm puts the ants in your pants
Oooh, you just gotta' dance
C'mon baby, take-ah a chance
And do the Rhumba now
As the song-ah goes on he's asking me for my number
I politely refuse, his hands-ah they start to wander
Still he pulls me in close for a quick kiss
Then I take-ah a spin, sidestepping him as I say this... and I say
(repeat chorus three times)
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