Roll Over Beethoven (Live from Blueberry Hill)

Well I'ma write a little letter

I'm gonna mail it to my local D.J.

Yeah and it's a jumpin' little record

I want my jockey to play

Roll over Beethoven

I gotta hear it again today

You know my temperature's risin'

The jukebox's blowin' a fuse

My hearts beatin' rhythm

And my soul keep singing the blues

Roll over Beethoven

And tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got the rockin' pneumonia

I need a shot of rhythm and blues

I caught the rollin' athritis

Sittin' down at a rhythm review

Roll over Beethoven

They rockin' in two by two

Well if you feel you like it

Go get your lover then reel and rock it

Roll it over then move on up, yes

Try for further then

Reel and rock with one another

Roll over Beethoven

And dig these rhythm and blues

Well early in the mornin'

I'm givin' you my mornin'

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Hey diddle-diddle, I'ma play my fiddle

Ain't got nothing to lose

Roll over Beethoven

And tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she wiggles like a glow worm

Dance like a spinnin' top

She got a crazy partner

You oughta see 'em reel an 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