The Rhumba Jumps

There's a Harlem band way down in San Domingo
A very talented group
They kicked them off of a sloop
Even though the band can't understand their lingo
They're never down in the dump
'Cause when the drummer boy thumps
The Rhumba jumps!

"Hep, hep", they hollered the moment they landed
"We've got a Rhumba the king once commanded!"
Then they passed the gin and started in to play
The way they learned to play back in the USA

Now they're on the air in San Domingo, slappin' it up
And the dudes declare those Harlem boys are, wrappin' it up
Folks in every land tune in on San Domingo
They're never down in the dumps
'Cause when the drummer boy thumps
The Rhumba jumps

"Hep, hep", they hollered, stay right in your villa
We're all the Admiral's brand of vanilla
If you wanna dance and wanna dance in style
You better turn your dial to San Domingo Isle
And when you hear "Ay-ay, hi-dee-ay-ay"
You know the reason why
The Rhumba jumps

Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
Whatcha doin' back here in the USA?
Well, Santo Domingo just wouldn't let me be
So, I ran out on my visa 'fore it ran out on me
But when I ran I was no chump
I shanghaied the drummer, the guy that made the Rhumba jump