| Roll Over Beethoven by Chuck Berry I'm gonna write a little letter, Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a rockin' little record I want my Jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven, Gotta hear it again today. You know my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blows a fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm and my sould keeps singin' the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikowsky the news. I've got a rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues, Oooo I think I caught an arthritis sittin' down by the rhythm reviews. Roll over Beethoven, Rockin' in two my two. Oooo. Early in the morning I'm given' you the warnin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes! Hey diddle, diddle, I'm playin' my fiddle, Ain't got nothin' to lose. Roll over Beethoven And tell Tchaikowsky the news. You know she wiggles like a glow-worm, Dance like a spinnin' top. She's got a crazy partner, ought to see 'em reel and rock. Long as she's got a dime, The music will never stop. Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Dig to these rhythm and blues! |