Flight Rock

20 Flight Rock

Fairchild-Cochrane

I

Ooh-well I got a gal with a record machine

When it comes to rockin' she's the queen

IV

We love to dance on a Saturday night

I

All alone when I can hold her tight

V

But she lives on the 20th floor uptown

I

The elevator's broken down

I

So I walk 1, 2, flight 3 flight 4

5,6,7, flight 8 flight more

IV

-----12 I'm startin' to drag

I

15th before I'm ready to sag

V

Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock

Well she called me up on the telephone

Said 'come on over, honey. I'm all alone.'

I said baby your mighty sweet

But I'm in bed with a-achin' feet

This went on for a couple of days

But I couldn't stay away

Guitar break

Well, they sent to Chicago for repairs

Till it's fixed I'm a-using the stairs

-------before it's too late

But my baby ---- much to wait

All this clowin' was gettin' me down

They found my corpse draped over a rail

Tom Lindsey

lindsey@sirius.com

San Francisco, CA