(Verse 1)
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:

(Chorus)
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?

(Verse 2)
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

(Chorus)
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?