Ooh, well I got a girl with a record machine

We love to dance on a Saturday night

All alone where I can hold her tight

But she lives on the twentiest floor uptown

The elevator's broken down



So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four

Five, six, seven flight, eight flight, more

Up on the twelfth I started to drag

Fifteenth floor I'm a-ready to sag

Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock



When she calls me up on the telephone

I said, baby you're mighty sweet

But I'm in bed with the achin' feet

This went on for a couple of days

But I couldn't stay away



Well they sent to Chicago for repairs

Till it's a-fixed I'm a-usin' the stairs

Hope they hurry up before it's too late

Want my baby too much to wait

All this climbin' is a-gettin' me down

They'll find my corpse draped over a rail

But I climbed one, two flight, three flight four