Twenty Flight Rock Songtext
von Dick Brave & the Backbeats

Oh well I get a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin′ she's the queen
We go to dance on Saturday night
I′m all alone and I hold her tight
But she live on the twentieth floor in 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'm starting to sag
Fifteenth floor I′m ready to drag
I get to the top, then I′m too tired to rock

Well she called me up on the telephone
Said "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone"
I said "Girl, you′re mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with the achin′ feet"
This went on for a couple of days
But I could not stay away


So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag
Fifteenth floor I′m ready to drag
I get to the top, then I'm too tired to rock
Yeah, lets rock it

Alright

Yeah, we sent to Chicago for repairs
Till it's a-fixed I′m using the stairs
I love you, baby, wanna see your face
I love you baby, too much to wait
All this climbing is gettin′ me down
They'll find my cold feet over the rail

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I′m starting to sag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag
I get to the top, then I′m too tired to rock
Yeah, fingo

Oh yeah