I've got a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin, she's a queen
We love to dance on a Saturday night
All alone where I can hold her tight
But she lives on 20th floor uptown
And the elevator has broken down
So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
At 12th I'm startin' to sag
15th floor I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
She called me up on the telephone
Said: "Come over, baby. I'm all alone."
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They sent it to Chicago for repairs