Roll Over, Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it To my local DJ. It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey To play. Roll over, Beethoven, gonna hit it again today. You know my temperature's rising and the juke box Blew the fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps A-singing the blues. Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news. Roll over, Beethoven. I got rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of Rhythm and blues. I think I catch the artist a-singing our rhythm And blues. Roll over, Beethoven, rockin' in a two-by-two. Well, if you feel it, like it, go get You mama to reel and rock it. Roll over and warm up, just in time to Flip and and rock it. Roll over, roll over, Beethoven, Rockin' in a two, two, two-by-two. Yeah. Roll over Beethoven, Beethoven, deep Trouble with The Blues. Ah. Roll over, Beethoven. Early in the morning, I give you the warning, Don't step on my blue suede shoes. Hey diddle diddle, I'm playing my fiddle. Ain't got nothing to lose. Roll over, Beethoven, and tell Tchaikovsky the news. You know the widow's like a glow worm, dance Like a Spanish top. She's got a crazy partner, to see him you'd Really rock. As long as she got the dime, the music Will never stop. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll Beethoven. Roll Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven, trouble with Blues. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll deep trouble with the blues. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, Beethoven. Roll over, deep trouble with the blues.