Lyrics:

Twenty-Flight Rock

Well I got a gal with a record machine
When it comes to rockin' she's queen
We love to dance on Saturday night
All alone when I can hold her tight
But she lives on the twentith floor uptown
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 startin' to drag
Fifteen floor I'm ready to sag
Get to the top
I'm to tired to rock

When she call me up on the telephone
She said come on over , honey I'm all alone
I said , Betty you're might sweet
But I'm in bed with achin' feet
This went on for a couple days
But I couldn't stay away

So I walk one

Well they sent to Chicago for repairs
'till it's fixed I'm using the stairs
Hope they hurry before it's too late
Want my baby too much to wait
All this climbin' is a gettin' me down
You'll find my courpse draped over a rail