Lyrics

Well, I got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rocking she's a queen
I love to a dance on a Saturday night
All alone where I can hold her tight

But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown
The elevator's broken down
So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up to the twelfth, I'm starting to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag
I get to the top
I'm too tired to rock

Well, she called me up on the telephone
C'mon honey, I'm all alone
I said, "Baby you're mighty sweet"
Well, I'm in bed with aching feet

This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away
So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up to the twelfth, I'm starting to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag
I get to the top
I'm too tired to rock

Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs
Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs
I hope they hurry before it's too late
I love my baby too much to wait

All this climbing is getting me down
They'll find my corpse draped over the rail
And I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag
I get to the top
I'm too tired to rock

Appearances

• On the soundtrack to Backbeat.