Roll Over Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ

It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey to play

Roll over Beethoven, gotta hear it again today

You know my temperature's rising, the jukebox is blowing a fuse

My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a-singin' the blues

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues

I got the rockin' arthritis sittin' down at the rhythm reviews

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news, WAH!

Well, if you feel like you like it, go get your lover

Then you reel and rock it, roll it over

Then you move on up just a trifle further

Then reel and rock it, roll it over

Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news, WAH!

Well, early in the morning I'm giving you the warning

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Hey diddle-diddle, I will play my fiddle

Ain't got nothing to lose

Roll over Beethoven, we're rockin' in two by two

You know she wiggles like a glow worm, spin like a spinning top

She's got a crazy partner, ought to see them reel and rock

Long as she's got a dime, the music won't ever stop

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven

Roll over Beethoven, and dig these rhythm and blues