Letra de Twenty Flight Rock (Live / 1990) - Paul McCartney

Ooh, well, I got a girl with a record machine

When it comes to rocking, she's a queen

Went to a dance on a Saturday night

All alone where I could hold her tight

She lives on the twentieth floor uptown

The elevator's broken down

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four

Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag

Fifteen before I'm ready to drag

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

Well, she, she called me up on the telephone

Said, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone"

I said, "Baby, you're mighty sweet

But I'm in bed with a aching feet"

This went on for a couple of days

But I could not stay away

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four

Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag

Fifteen before I'm ready to drag

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

Well, sent to Chicago for repairs

Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs

I hope they hurry, before it's too late

You know, I love my baby too much to wait

All this climbing is getting me down

They'll find my corpse draped over the rail

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four

Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag

Fifteen before I'm ready to drag

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

Ooh, well, I got a girl with a record machine

When it comes to rocking, she's a queen

Went to a dance on a Saturday night

All alone where I could hold her tight

She lives on the twentieth floor uptown

The elevator's broken down

So I walk one, two flight, three flight four

Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more

Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag

Fifteen before I'm ready to drag

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

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