1, 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4 Oh, I've got a girl with a record machine When it comes to rockin' she's a queen Love to dance on a Saturday night All alone, I can hold her tight But she lives on a twentieth floor up town The elevator's broken down
Chotus: So I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, about eight flight more On the twelfth I started to drag By the fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag Get to the top, But I'm too tired to rock
She called me up on the telephone She said c'mon over, Cause 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) But I couldn't stay away
Chours:
Sent to Glasgow for repairs 'Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs I hope they hurry up before it's too late Because I don't want my baby too much to wait All this climbin' is gettin' me down You'll find my corpse draped over the rail
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