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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Rolling Stones
Performer
Mick Jagger
Vocals
Keith Richards
Guitar
Ron Wood
Guitar
Charlie Watts
Drums
Ian Stewart
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Cochran
Songwriter
Ned Fairchild
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Wheat
Mixing Engineer
Mazen Murad
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well! I get a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin', she's the queen
We go to dance on Saturday night
I'm all alone and I hold her tight
But she lives on the 20th floor in town
The elevator's broken down
So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
Well, she called me up on the telephone
Said, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone"
I said, baby, you're mighty sweet
But I'm in bed with the achin' feet
This went on for a couple of days
But I could not stay away
So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
Well, we sent to Chicago for repairs
'Til it's a-fixed, I'm using the stairs
I love my baby, want to see your face
I love my baby, too much to wait
All this climbing is gettin' me down
They'll find my cold feet over the rail
So I walk one, two flight, three flight four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the 12th, I'm starting to sag
15th floor, I'm ready to drag
Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
Yeah, baby!
Writer(s): Eddie Cochran, Ned Fairchild
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