Roger Chapman Hot Night To Rhumba Lyrics

Local Casanova – I watch those big girls run
Wishing I was hanging out with every one
Yeh dubious nights of fancy
All kinds of carrying on
From the topless 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 mounting fever, they getting plenty of fun
So let it come easy, let it go hard
Man in the middle, still hanging on
I got a savage hunger but nowhere to run, oh no
But oh
I picked a hot night to Rhumba
I picked a hot night to Rhumba
I picked a hot night to Rhumba
Oh I picked a hot night

Little latin number, with the longest legs Maybe a girl from Sydney with a surfboard for a bed
Or all those beautiful crazies, the black-eyed Portuguese
Maybe an Eskimo if she's all dressed up in grease
Greasier the better
But way out west where the cowboys nest
On the range with the ones they love
They get that mounting fever, they getting plenty of fun
So let it come easy, let it go hard
My man in the middle, still hanging on
I got that savage hunger but nowhere to run, oh no
But oh

I picked a hot night to Rhumba
I picked a hot night to Rhumba
I picked a hot night to Rhumba
Oh I picked a hot night