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Well, I'mma write a little letter, I'm gonna mail it to my local DJ.
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Yeah, it's a jumpin' little record, I want my jockey to play.
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Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperature's risin', the jukebox blowin' a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keep a-singin' the blues.
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.

I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I caught the rollin' arthritis sittin' down at a rhythm revue.
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two.

Well, if you feel you like it, go get your lover, then reel and rock it. Roll it over
and move on up just a trifle further and reel and rock it, roll it over.
Roll over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky the news

Solos

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin', don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle, ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

You know she wiggle like a glow worm, dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner, you oughta see 'em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.

Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven,
Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven,
Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.