Twenty Flight Rock Songtext
von The Proclaimers

One, two
A one, two, three, four

Oh, I′ve got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rocking, she's a queen
Love to dance on a Saturday night
All alone, I can hold her tight
But she lives on a 20th floor up town
The elevator′s broken down

So I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flights more
On the 12th I started to drag
By the 15th 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 come on over ′cause I′m all alone
I said baby, you're mighty sweet
But I′m in the bed with an aching feet
This went on for a couple of days
(But I) but I couldn't stay away


So I claimed two, three, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flights more
On the 12th I′m starting to drag
By the 15th floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, but I'm too tired to rock

Sent to Glasgow for repairs
Unless 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 climbing is getting me down
You′ll find my corpse draped over the rail

But I climbed two, three, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flights more
Onto the 12th I'm starting to drag
By the 15th floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, but I′m too tired to rock

Yeah, I climbed two, three, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flights more
On the 12th I'm starting to drag
By the 15th floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, but I′m too tired
Get to the top, but I'm too tired
Get to the top, but I′m too tired to rock