Local Casanova - I watch those big girls run Wishing I was hanging out with every one Yeah 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 But oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba I picked a hot night to Rhumba 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 But oh I picked a hot night to Rhumba I picked a hot night to Rhumba I picked a hot night to Rhumba Oh I picked a hot night