Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We love to dance on a Saturday night All alone where I can ...
Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We love to dance on a Saturday night All alone where I can hold her tight But she lives on the twentiest floor uptown The elevator's broken down So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight, more Up on the twelfth I started to drag Fifteenth floor I'm a-ready to sag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock When she calls me up on the telephone Say, come on over honey, I'm all alone I said, baby you're mighty sweet But I'm in bed with the achin' feet This went on for a couple of days But I couldn't stay away Well they sent to Chicago for repairs Till it's a-fixed I'm a-usin' the stairs Hope they hurry up before it's too late Want my baby too much to wait All this climbin' is a-gettin' me down They'll find my corpse draped over a rail But I climbed one, two flight, three flight four
writers: Eddie Cochran
copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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