Roll Over Beethoven (Beatles)

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 Tchaikowsky 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 a 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 Tchaikowsky 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. 

Roll over Beethoven... 
Dig to these rhythm and blues!

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