Tekst Utworu

Oh well I get a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's the queen We go to dance on Saturday night I'm all alone and I hold her tight But she live on the twentieth floor in town The elevator's broken down So I walk one, two flight, three flight four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag I get to the top, then I'm too tired to rock Well she called me up on the telephone Said "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone" I said "Girl, you're mighty sweet But I'm in bed with the achin' feet" This went on for a couple of days But I could not stay away So I walk one, two flight, three flight four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag I get to the top, then I'm too tired to rock Yeah, lets rock it Alright Yeah, we sent to Chicago for repairs Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs I love you, baby, wanna see your face I love you baby, too much to wait All this climbing is gettin' me down They'll find my cold feet over the rail So I walk one, two flight, three flight four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag I get to the top, then I'm too tired to rock Yeah, fingo Oh yeah
Writer(s): Eddie Cochran, Ned Fairchild Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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