Oh well, I’ve got a girl with a record machineWhen it comes to rockin’ she’s the queenWe love to dance on a Saturday nightAll alone, I can hold her tightBut she lives in a twentiest floor up townThe elevator’s broken downSo I walked one, two flight, three flight, fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I started to dragFifteenth floor I’m ready to sagGet to the top, I’m too tired to rockWhen she calles me up on the telephoneSaid c’mon over honey, I’m all aloneI said baby, you’re mighty sweetBut I’m in the bed with a achin’ feetThis went on for a couple of daysBut I couldn’t stay awaySo I walked one, two flight, three flight, fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I’m ready to dragFifteenth floor I started to sagGet to the top, I’m too tired to rock(Guitar solo)Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs’Till it’s a-fixed I’m using the stairsHope they hurry up before it’s too lateWant my baby too much to waitAll this climbin’ is gettin’ me downThey’ll find my corpse draped over a railBut I climbed one, two flight, three flight, fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I’m ready to dragFifteenth floor I started to sagGet to the top, I’m too tired to rock