Roll Over Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter,

gonna mail it to my local DJ.

Well it's a jumpin' little record

I want my jockey to play, "Memphis"

Roll Over Beethoven,

I gotta hear it again today.

You know my temperature's risin'

The jukebox's blowin' a fuse

My heart's beatin' rhythm

and my soul keeps singing the blues.

Now roll over Beethoven

and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

Now if you really like it

go get your lover,

and then reel and rock it.

Roll it over and then move on up

just a trifle further

honey reel and rock it,

roll it over,

Roll Over Beethoven,

dig these rhythm and blues.

Well now early in the morning

When I'm a givin' you my warning

don't you step on my blue suede shoes.

Hey Hey diddle diddle, I'm playin' my fiddle,

I ain't got nothing to lose.

Roll it over Beethoven

and tell Tschaikowski the news.

You know she wiggles like a glow worm,

dance like a spinnin' top.

She got a crazy partner,

Ya oughta see her reel and rock.

Long as she got a dime

the music don't never stop.

All right!

Now Roll over Beethoven,

Roll over Beethoven,

Roll over Beethoven,

Roll over Beethoven,

Roll over Beethoven,

Dig these rhythm and blues.