Dick Brave & The Backbeats – Twenty Flight Rock

Oh 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 live on the twentieth 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 twelfth I’m starting to sag

Fifteenth 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 twelfth I’m starting to sag

Fifteenth floor I’m ready to drag

Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock

Yeah, we sent to Chicago for repairs

Till it’s a-fixed I’m using the stairs

I love you, baby, wanna see your face

I love you 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 twelfth I’m starting to sag

Fifteenth floor I’m ready to drag

Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock