Teksty: Tiger Army. Early Years. Twenty Flight Rock.

Well, I've got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin' she's the queen
We love to dance on a Saturday night
For the moment, I can hold her tight
But she lives on a twentieth floor up town
The elevator's broken down

So I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

When she calls me up on the telephone
Said c'mon over honey, I'm all alone
I said baby, you're mighty sweet
But I'm in the bed with a achin' feet
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn't stay away

So I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I'm started to drag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Well, they called to Chicago for repairs
'Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs
Hope they hurry up before it's too late
Love my baby too much to wait
All this climbin' is gettin' me down
They'll find my corpse draped over a rail

So I climbed one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth I started to sag
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock