The Beatles Song book

Roll over Beethoven

   Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ. It's a rocking little record, I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven gotta hear it again today. Although my temperature's rising, jukebox blows a fuse. My heart's beating rhythm and my soul keeps a singing the blues. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

   I got a rocking Pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues. I think I caught it off the writer, sitting down by the rhythm reviews. Roll over Beethoven, we're rocking in two by two.

   Well if you feel it and like it, well get your lover and reel and rock it. Roll it over and move on up, just triffle further and reel and rock it. Roll it over, roll over Beethoven, a rocking in two by two-ooo

   Well early in the morning, I'm a giving you the warning. Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Hey diddle diddle, I'll play my fiddle, ain't got nothing to lose. Roll over Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

   You know she wiggles like a glowworm, dance like a spinning top. She's got a crazy partner, ougtha seem then reel and rock. Long as she's got a dime, the music will never stop. Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven,dig these rhythm and blues.