| I’m gonna write a little letter, gotta mail it to my local DJ
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| Well, it’s rockin' little record I want my jockey to play
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| Roll over, Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today
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| You know my temperature’s rising, the jukebox blows a fuse
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| My heart’s beatin' rhythm, and my soul keeps singin' the blues
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| Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news
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| Well, if you feel it, like it, go get your lover
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| Then reel and rock it, roll it over
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| Then move on up just a trifle further
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| Then reel and rock it, roll it over
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| Roll over, Beethoven, and dig these rhythm and blues
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| Well, early in the morning I’m giving you the warning
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| Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes
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| Hey diddle-diddle, I’m a-playin' my fiddle, I ain’t got nothing to lose
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| Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news
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| You know she wiggles like a glow worm, dance like a spinning top
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| She’s got a crazy partner, you ought to see them reel and rock
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| Long as she got a dime the music will never stop, alright
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| Roll over, Beethoven
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| Roll over, Beethoven
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| Roll over, Beethoven
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| Roll over, Beethoven
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| Roll over, Beethoven, and dig these rhythm and blues |