Roll Over Beethoven — текст песни (The Rolling Stones)

(Chuck Berry)

I`m gonna write a little letter,
gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It`s a rockin` rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperature`s risin`
and the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart`s beatin` rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin` the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin` pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I`m rollin` arthiritis
sittin` down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven rockin` in two by two.

Well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven rockin` in two by two.

Well, early in the mornin` I`m a-givin` you a warnin`
don`t you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin` my fiddle,
ain`t got nothin` to lose.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin` top.
She got a crazy partner,
oughta see `em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.

Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.