Oh well, I've got a girl with a record machine   When it comes to rockin' she's the queen   We love to dance on a Saturday night   All alone, I can hold her tight   But she lives in a twentiest floor up town   The elevator's broken down      So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four   Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more   Up on the twelfth I started to drag   Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag   Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock      When she calles me up on the telephone   Said c'mon over honey, I'm all alone   I said baby, you're mighty sweet   But I'm in the bed with a achin' feet   This went on for a couple of days   But I couldn't stay away      So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four   Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more   Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag   Fifteenth floor I started to sag   Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock      (Guitar solo)      Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs   'Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs   Hope they hurry up before it's too late   Want my baby too much to wait   All this climbin' is gettin' me down   They'll find my corpse draped over a rail      But I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four   Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more   Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag   Fifteenth floor I started to sag   Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock