Oh well, I've 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, I can hold her tight But she lives in a twentiest floor up town 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 ready to sag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
When she calles me up on the telephone Said c'mon over honey, I'm all alone I said baby, you're mighty sweet But I'm in the bed with a achin' feet This went on for a couple of days But I couldn't stay away
So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag Fifteenth floor I started to sag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
(Guitar solo)
Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs 'Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs Hope they hurry up before it's too late Want my baby too much to wait All this climbin' is gettin' me down They'll find my corpse draped over a rail
But I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag Fifteenth floor I started to sag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
