Twenty Flicht Rock Songtext
von Eddie Cochran

Ooh, 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, where I can hold her tight
But she lives on the 20th 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 12th I'm startin′ to drag
15th floor, I′m ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock


Well, she calling me up on the telephone
Said, "C′mon over hon', I′m all alone"
I said, "Baby, you're mighty sweet
But I′m in bed with 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 12th I′m ready to drag
15th floor, I′m starting to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs
′Til 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 12th I′m ready to drag
15th floor, I′m starting to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock