Twenty flight rock
Eddie Cochran / Ned Fairchild - 1956

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 called me up on the telephone.
Said: “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.

So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four.
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight, more.
Up on the twelfth I’m a-ready to drag.
Fifteenth floor I’m a-starting to sag.
Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock.

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.
I 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.
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight, more.
Up on the twelfth I’m a-ready to drag.
Well, fifteenth floor I’m starting to sag.
Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock.

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