
"I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today
You know, my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps on singin' the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthritis sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven 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 rockin' in two by two
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 wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin' top
She got a crazy partner, 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"
The second video is "You never can tell", about the newlyweds who couldn't stop dancing. This is a great homemade video! Congratulations to the young couple who put Chuck Berry's song to their video:
"It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell"









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