Well I'm awrite a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J., Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play; Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.
You know my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blowin' a fuse, My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps asingin' the blues; Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikowsky the news.
I got the rockin' pneumonia, I used a shot of rhythm and blues, I caught the rollin' arthritis, sittin' down at a rhythm review; Roll over Beethoven, they're rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it, go get your lover, The reel and rock it, roll it over, Then move on up just a trifle further, The reel and rock with one another, roll over Beethoven, Dig these rhythm and blues.
Well, early in the mornin' and I'm givin' you my warnin', Don't you step on my blue suede shoes; Hey, diddle diddle, I'm a playin' my fiddle. Ain't got nothin' to lose; Roll over, Beethoven and tell Tchaikowsky the news.
You know she wiggles like a glow-worm, Dance like a spinnin' top, She got a crazy partner, You oughta see 'em reel and rock; Long as she's got a dime, the music won't ever stop.
Roll over, Beethoven, roll over Beethoven, Roll over, Beethoven, roll over Beethoven, Roll over, Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.