Oh, well, I've got a gal with a record machine
When it comes to rockin', she's a queen
Well, I can dance every Saturday night
Well, I'm a-lookin' like a holdin' title
But she lives on 20th floor in town
The elevator's broken down, so I walk
One, two, flat, three, flat, four
Five, six, seven, flat, eight, flat, more
Up on the floor, I'm ready to drag
Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sang
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock
Well, now she call me up on the telephone
Come along, honey, I'm all alone
I said, baby, you're mighty sweet
But I'm a better way, heckin' feet
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away, so I walk
One, two, flat, three, flat, four
Five, six, seven, flat, eight, flat, more
Up on the floor, I'm ready to drag
Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sang
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock
Sent to Chicago for repairs
To let the big stars use the stairs
Look at her, honey, before it's too late
Don't want my baby too much to hate
Well, all this climbin' is a gettin' me down
I find my coat draped over her rail
And I climb, and I climb, and I climb
One, two, flat, three, flat, four
Five, six, seven, flat, eight, flat, more
Up on the floor, I'm ready to drag
Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sang
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock