Lyrics:

ooh, well i got a girl with a record machinewhen it comes to rockin' she's the queenwe love to dance on a saturday nightall alone where i can hold her tightbut she lives on the twentiest floor uptownthe elevator's broken downso i walked one, two flight, three flight, fourfive, six, seven flight, eight flight, moreup on the twelfth i started to dragfifteenth floor i'm a-ready to sagget to the top, i'm too tired to rockwhen she calls me up on the telephonesay, come on over honey, i'm all alonei said, baby you're mighty sweetbut i'm in bed with the achin' feetthis went on for a couple of daysbut i couldn't stay awaywell they sent to chicago for repairstill it's a-fixed i'm a-usin' the stairshope they hurry up before it's too latewant my baby too much to waitall this climbin' is a-gettin' me downthey'll find my corpse draped over a railbut i climbed one, two flight, three flight four