Well I got a girl with a record machine, 
When [bad word] to rocking she's a queen. 
I took her to a dance on a saturday night, 
All alone where I can hold her tight. 
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown. 
The elevator's broken down. 

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four, 
Five six seven flight, eight flight more. 
Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag, 
Fifteenth floor I'm about the sag
Reatching the top and I'm too tired to rock.