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 numb-bah
  So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
  Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
  
  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 Septum-bah
  I'm a wreck, why did I have to succumb-bah
  Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
  Why did I have to succumb-bah
  To that rhumba?
  
  Ahah, I'm the cucaracha, who just went blah
  And gave up swinging ha-cha, ahah
  Ahah, at first it was devine-ah
  But it turned out a Cuban Frankenstein-ah
  
  Ahah, it's got me by the throat-ah!
  Oh, what's the antidote-ah?
  Ahah, 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
  But it certainly has my numb-bah
  So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
  Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
  Why did I have to succumb-bah
  To that rhumba?
  
  (instrumental break)
  
  There it goes again:
  
  Just another rhumba
  But it certainly has my numb-bah
  So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
  Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
  Why did I have to succumb-bah
  To that rhumba?