 Ooh, well, I got a gal with a record machine When it comes to rockin', she's a queen I like to dance on a Saturday night All over, I can hold her tight But she dance on the 20th floor of town The elevator's broken down So I walk 1, 2, flat, 3, 5, 4 5, 6, 7, flat, 8, flat, 1 Upon herself, I'm startin' to drag 15, 4, I'm ready to sack Get to the top, I'm too tight Her eye, bitch, calls me up on a 10