The Byrds Follow

I'm gonna write a little letter,Gonna mail it to my
local dj.It's a rockin' rhythm recordI
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' rhythmAnd 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' arthritisSittin' down by the
rhythm review.Roll over beethoven rockin' in two by
two.Well, if you feel you like itGo get your
lover, then reel and rock it.Roll it over and move on up
justA 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