歌手:The Beatles
专辑:《With The Beatles (Remastered)》

Well gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J.,
It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey to play;
Roll over Beethoven, gotta hear it again today.
You know my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blows a fuse,
My heart beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps asingin' the blues,
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikowsky the news.
I've got a rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues,
I think I caught it up the artist, sittin' down by the rhythm reviews,
Roll over Beethoven, rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel it like it, you get your lover,
And reel and rock it, roll it over,
And move on up just a trifle further,
And reel and rock it, roll it over, roll over Beethoven,
Rockin' in two by two.
Well, early in the mornin' I am givin' you the 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's got a crazy partner,
Oughta see 'em reel and rock;
As 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 dig to these rhythm and blues.