Just Another Rhumba - Ella Fitzgerald, Джордж Гершвин

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 numbah

So much so, that I can’t eat or slumbah

Can you imagine anything dumbah?

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 Septumbah

I’m a wreck, why did I have to succumb-ah

Can you imagine anything dumbah?

Why did I have to succumb-ah

To that rhumba?

I’m the cucaracha

Who just went blah

And gave up swinging ha-cha

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

Which has got me under its thumb-ah

So much so, that I can’t eat or slumbah

Can you imagine anything dumbah?

Why did I have to succumb-ah

To that rhumba?