Ooh, well, I got a gal with a record machine When it comes to rockin', she's a queen
Well, I dance every Saturday night Well, I'm a-lookin', I can hold it tighter
But she lives on the 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 12th, I'm ready to drag Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sag
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock
Well, now she called me up on the telephone Come on over, honey, I'm all alone
I said, baby, you're mighty sweet But I'm a-better with a heckin' feet
This went on for a couple of days But I couldn't stay away, so I walked
One, two, flat, three, flat, four Five, six, seven, flat, eight, flat, more
Up on the 12th, I'm ready to drag Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sag
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock
Sent to Chicago for repairs Delivered the tickets, started usin' the stairs
Look at her, honey, before it's too late Don't want my baby too much to hate
Well, all this timin' is a-givin' me down I find my coat draped over her rail
And I climb
One, two, flat, three, flat, four Five, six, seven, flat, eight, flat, more
Up on the 12th, I'm ready to drag Well, 15th floor, I'm startin' to sag
Reach to the top, and I'm too tired to rock