Rolling Stones

Oh I get a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin shes the queen
We go to dance on saturday night
Im all alone and I hold her tight
But she live on the twentieth floor in town
The elevators broken down
So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth Im starting to sag
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag
Get to the top, Im too tired to rock
Well she called me up on the telephone
Said "come on over, baby, Im all alone"
I said "baby, youre mighty sweet
But Im 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 Im starting to sag
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag
Get to the top, Im too tired to rock
Yeah, we sent to Chicago for repairs
Till its a-fixed Im 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
Theyll 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 Im starting to sag
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag
Get to the top, Im too tired to rock
[ Twenty Flight Rock Lyrics ]