(Chuck Berry)    (Чак Берри)

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 temp’rature’s risin’
And the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart’s beatin’ rhythm
And my soul keeps a-singin’ the blues.
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

I’ve got a rockin’ pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I caught an arthritis
Sittin’ down by the rhythm reviews.
Roll over Beethoven, a-rockin’ in two by two.

Well, if you feel it ’n’ like it,
Go get your lover and reel and rock it,
Roll it over and move on up just
trifle further and a-reel and rock it, roll it over.
Roll over Beethoven, rockin’ in two by two.

Early in the mornin’ I’m a-givin’ you the warnin’,
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes!
Hey diddle, diddle, I’m a-playin’ my fiddle,
Ain’t got nothin’ to lose.
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky 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.