Ghost Of The Rumba

in my slumber. There's a spooky melody. Whoo, rhythm is just like some evil spirit. I hear it in every major and minor key. Oh, mending me! Music haunts me, that rhythm haunts me. I close my ear drums, but, Mottie, here comes that tune!

But those do the rums! Expect it, it's resurrected. You can't make merry, you just can't bury that tune! The ghost of the... And I hear it everywhere! The day is getting in my hair! Made it every shame!

It gets the noise game! When I reach heaven, I'll meet you seven-on-one There hummin' While harps keeps rummin' that June!