Roll Over Beethoven

Well, I’m gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It’s a rocking little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, gotta hear it again today

You know my temperatures rising and the juke box blows a fuse
My heart beating rhythm and my soul keeps a-singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

I got a rocking pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I caught arthiritis sitting down by the rhythm reviews
Roll over Beethoven, they’re rocking in two by two.

Well, if you’re feeling like it, go get your lover
And reel and rock it, roll it over
And move on up just a trifle further
And reel and rock it
Roll over Beethoven, rocking in two by two.

Early in the morning
I’m a giving you the warning
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes,
Hey diddle diddle I will play my fiddle,
Ain’t got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

You know she winks like a glow-worm,
Dance like a spinning top.
She’s got a crazy partner,
Ought to see her real and rock.
As long as she got a dime
The music will never stop

Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Beat to these these rhythm and blues.