Текст песни the beatels — roll over beethoven

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,
you 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!