Lyrics:

Fairchild

Ooo, I got a girl with a record machine
And when it comes to rockin', she's a queen
We love to dance on a Saturday night
All alone when I can hold her tight
But she lives on the 20th floor uptown
The elevator's broken down

CHORUS:

So I walk 1, 2 flight, 3 flight, 4
5, 6, 7 flight, 8 flight, more
By 12th I'm startin' to drag
15th floor I'm ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Verse 2:
Well, she called me up on the telephone
Said, 'Come over, honey; I'm all alone'
I said, 'Baby, you're mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with a-achin' feet'
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away

(chorus)
(instrumental, same pattern as chorus)

Verse 3:
Well, they sent it to Chicago for repairs
Till it's fixed I'm usin' the stairs
Gotta get there before it's too late
My baby couldn't bear much to wait
All this climbin's gettin' me down
They'll find my corpse draped over a rail

(chorus; this time first line is 'But I fly 1, 2...')