I´m gonna write a little letter,
gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It´s a rockin´ rhythm 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 blows a fuse.
My heart´s beatin´ rhythm
and my soul keeps on singin´ the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin´ pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I´m rollin´ arthiritis
sittin´ down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven rockin´ in two by two.

Well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then 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´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 Tschaikowsky 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.