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See, I know a girl with a record machineWhen it comes to rockin', she the queenI call her up on a saturday nightI go over and she hold me tightBut she lives on the 20th floor or townThat elevator is broken downI walk one, two flight, three flight, fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUpon the tenth I'm a-startin' to dragFifteenth floor, I'm a-ready to sagI get to the top, man, I'm too tired to rockWell, she calls me up on the telephoneShe says, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone"I said, "Yeah, that sounds mighty sweet, butI'm in bed with achin' feetI held out for a couple'a daysBut I just couldn't stray awayI walk one, two flight, three flight, fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUpon the tenth I'm a-startin' to dragFifteenth floor, I'm a-ready to sagI get to the top, man, I'm too tired to rockSongtexteWell it's sent to Chicago, for repairs'Til then I'll be takin' the stairsHope it don't come too lateDon't want my baby to have to waitBut all this climbin's gettin' me downThey found my corpse draped over a railWell, she calls me up on the telephoneShe says, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone"I said, "Yeah, that sounds mighty sweet, butI'm in bed with achin' feetI held out for a couple'a daysBut I just couldn't stray awayI get to the top, man, I'm too tired to rockWell, I get to the top, man, I'm too tired to rock Aus Songtexte Mania