Oh well, I've got a girl with a record machine 
When [bad word] to rockin' she's the queen 
We love to dance on a Saturday night 
All alone, I can hold her tight 
But she lives in a twentiest 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 twelfth I started to drag 
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag 
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock 

When she calles me up on the telephone 
Said c'mon over honey, I'm all alone 
I said baby, you're mighty sweet 
But I'm in the bed with a 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 twelfth I'm ready to drag 
Fifteenth floor I started to sag 
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock 

(Guitar solo) 

Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs 
'Till 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 twelfth I'm ready to drag 
Fifteenth floor I started to sag 
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock