Twenty Flight Rock Songtext
von The Rolling Stones

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 lives on the 20th 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 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I′m ready to drag
Get to the top, 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, baby, 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 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I′m ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Well, we sent to Chicago for repairs
'Til it′s a-fixed, I′m using the stairs
I love my baby, want to see your face
I love my 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 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I′m ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock


Yeah, baby!