Rumble, Rumble, Rumble Songtext
von Betty Hutton

I gotta move
I gotta move
That′s what I tell my landlord
Landlord, I gotta move
'Cause there′s a man lives right upstairs from me
Making a nightmare of some melody
This is a situation
Not likely to improve

He goes a-rumble, rumble, rumble on the left hand
He goes a-tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the right
Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Plays piano all night
He goes a-rumble, rumble, rumble on the bottom
He goes a-tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the top
Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Positively won't stop


I tried a-knockin', knockin′, knockin′ on the ceiling
I tried a-knockin', knockin′, knockin' on the wall
He takes a breather
No, he doesn′t either
Just when I figure that's all

He goes a-rumble, rumble, rumble on the black keys
He goes a-tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the white
Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Plays piano, right
But he plays piano all night

Instead of cooking himself a quiet kettle of tea up there
Or maybe getting himself a girl and taking her out somewhere
Instead of sitting around reading the jokes, washing the socks
Writing his books, taking a belt, sleeping the night through
What does he do?
What does he do?

He goes a-rumble, rumble, rumble
Look at the whole building crumble
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Look at the wallpaper wrinkle
Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle


He could give his sonny a Rip Van Winkle
With that rumble, rumble, rumble
I got a good right to grumble
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
I′m gonna raise quite a stumper, will you?
Rumble, tinkle, police
Somebody break his lease

I tried to hammer, hammer, hammer on the steam pipe
I tried to holler, holler, holler down the hall
I got a feeling
He'll come through the ceiling
Big foot, piano and all

He goes a-fumblin', fumblin′, fumblin′ with his left hand
He goes a-grumble, grumble, grumbling with his right
A-fumblin', fum-grumb, a-fumblin′, fum-grumb
A-fumblin', fum-grumb ′til he gets it right
Then he plays piano, plays piano all night