Lyrics:
traps filled with soul crusaders
The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders
And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars
As you jockey
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
the blues myself
Yeah
I'ma give every disc jockey
The blues across the country
If he don't dig this
He got a hole in his soul
Yeah
Well
Hey
Ooh
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
the blues myself
Yeah
I'ma give every disc jockey
The blues across the country
If he don't dig this
He got a hole in his soul
Yeah
Well
Hey
Ooh
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
where I'm coming from
Listen to my rap
Turn your record
Player down real low
Brother jockey
Turn yours down too
You know that
I'm only human
happened one day while I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on.
When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
By a kid
Why ride jockey on a real fast horse
Doin' ninety miles 'round the Derby course
When the crazy horse begins to real and rock
For a cute little filly
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
Well, gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
traps filled with soul crusaders
The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders
And she's so pretty that you're lost in the stars
As you jockey
Ever since Miss Susie Johnson
Lost her jockey Lee
There has been much excitement
And more to be
You can hear her moanin?
Moanin? night and morn
I build the ships we?re proud to sail
I give my man a full dinner pail
I clerk
I fight
I warden at night
I plan
I rig
I jockey a jeep
I was sitting at home, yes, I was
And it occured to me, yes, it did
I thought about the disc jockeys, yeah
Playing them ballads and the
Beat all day
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Japanese, Spanish, Indian, Negro and Vietnamese
MC's, Disc Jockeys to all the fly kids and the young ladies
Introducin' The Crew ya got to see to believe
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
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