Ooh well, I've got a girl with a record machine.When it comes to rockin' she's a queen.We love to dance on a Saturday nightAll alone, I can hold her tight.But she lives on a twentieth floor up 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 started to drag,By the fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag,Get to the top, but I'm too tired to rock.Well, she called me up on the telephoneShe said, "C'mon over there, 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.Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs,'Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs.I hope they hurry up before it's too late.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.But I climb one, two flight, three flight, four,Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more,Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag,By the fifteenth floor I ready to sag,Get to the top, but I'm too tired to rock.
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