Hot Night To Rhumba

Local Casanova
I watch those big girls run
Wishing I was hanging out with everyone
Yeah, dubious nights of fencing
All kinds of carrying on
Up on the top of those bars
Where the girls all come on strong

But way out East where the guys all feast
On the girls of the rising sun
They get that mountain fever
They gettin' plenty of fun
So let it come easy, let it go hard
The man in the middle still hanging on
I got a savage hunger
But nowhere to run, oh no

Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Said, oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind

Little Latin Nova with the longest legs
Maybe a girl from Sydney with a surfboard for a bed
For all those beautiful crazes, the black eyed Portuguese
Maybe an Eskimo if she's all dressed up in greys

But way out West where the cowboys nest
On the range with the ones they love
They get that mountain fever
They gettin' plenty of fun
So let it come easy, let it go hard
The man in the middle still hanging on
I got that savage hunger
But nowhere to run, oh no

Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Said, oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
Oh, I bet your heart and mind

I said, oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
I said, oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
I said, oh, I bet your heart and mind to rumble
I said, oh