TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK
(Fairchild-Cochen)

Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin’ she’s a queen 
Well I’m dancin’ every Saturday night
Well I’m alone and I hold her tight
But she lives on 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 ready to drag
Well fifteenth floor I start to sink
Reaching the top and I’m too tired to rock

Well she called me up on the telephone 
“come on over, honey, 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 ready to drag
Well fifteenth floor I start to sink
Reaching the top and I’m too tired to rock

Sent to Chicago for repairs
Till it’s fixed I’m using the stairs
Look at honey, before it’s too late
I want my baby too much to wait
All this climbing is getting me down
I 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 ready to drag
Well fifteenth floor I start to sink
Reaching the top and I’m too tired to rock