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, 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!
