Текст песни Twenty Flight Rock (Live) - Cliff Richard

Ooh, well I 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 twentieth floor uptown
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 a-ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
When she calls me up on the telephone
Say, come on over honey, I′m all alone
I said, baby you′re mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with the achin′ feet
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away
Well they sent to Chicago for repairs
Till it′s a-fixed I'm a-usin′ the stairs
Hope they hurry up before it's too late
Want my baby too much to wait
All this climbin' is a-gettin′ me down
They′ll find my corpse draped over a rail
But I climbed one, two flight, three flight four