Well, I'm-a write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
Yeah, it's a jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven,
I gotta hear it again today
You know, my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox blowin a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps on singin' the blues
Roll Over Beethoven,
Tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' arthritis
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven
They're rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel it 'n like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll it over then move on up just
A trifle further then reel and rock
With one another.
Roll Over Beethoven
Dig these rhythm and blues
Well, early in the mornin'
And I'm a givin' you my mournin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle,1
I'm-a playin' my fiddle,
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Roll Over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
Dance like a spinnin' top
She got a crazy partner,
You oughta see 'em reel and rock
As long as she got a dime
The music won't never stop
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues
1. refers to Bo Diddley (and an English nursery rhyme at a time)