Well gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, 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 a-singing the blues.
I got a rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I caught it off the writer sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Well if you feel and like it.
Get your lover and reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up, just,
Jump around and reel and rock it.
Roll it over.
Well early in the mornin', I'm a givin' you the warnin',
Don't you step on my Blue Suede Shoes.
Hey little, little, I'll play my fiddle.
Ain't got nothing to lose.
You know she winks like a glow worm, dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner, oughta see 'em reel an rock.
As long as she's got a dime, the music will never stop.
Yeah, Roll Over Beethoven.
Dig to these rhythm and blues.