Lyrics:

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 num-bah
So much so that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dum-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 succum-bah?
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to succum-bah
To that rhumba?

Ah, I'm the cucaracha
Who just went blah
And gave up swing and hot-cha
Ah, ah, at first it was divine-ah
But it turned out a Cuban Frankenstein-ah
Ah, it's got me by the throat-ah
Oh, what's the antidote-ah?
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 num-bah
So much so that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to succum-bah
To that rhumba?


There it goes again
Just another rhumba
But it certainly has my num-bah
So much so that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dum-bah?
Why did I have to succum-bah
To that rhumba?