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- wykonawca: Beatles

We're gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ,
It's a rockin' little record,
That I want my jockey to play,
Roll over beethoven,
Gotta hear it again today.

You know my temperture's risin'
And now the jukebox's blown a fuse,
My heart beatin' rythm,
And my soul keeps on singin' the blues,
Roll over beethoven,
And tell Tchaikovsky the news.

I've got a rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of the rythym n' blues,
I think I got an artheritis,
Sittin' down by the rythym debuts,
Roll over beethoven,
We're rockin' in two by two.

Well if you feel n' like it,
Just get your lover and reel 'n rock it,
Roll it over and move on up just,
Jump up further and reel n' rock it,
Roll it over,
Roll over beethoven,
We're rockin' in two by two.

Early in the mornin',
I'm givin' you the warnin',
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes,
Hey dittle dittle,
Gonna play my fiddle,
Ain't got nothin' to lose,
Roll over beethoven,
And tell Tchaikovsky the news.

Well she winks like a glow worm,
Dance like a spinnin' top,
She's got a crazy partner,
Oughta see them reel n' rock,
As long as she got a dime,
The music will never stop,
Roll over beethoven,
And dig to these rythym n' blues.