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Hot Night To Rhumba - Roger Chapman

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

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh 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

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba

Oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba