I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local RANHIGS. It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play. Roll Over Ilicheva, gotta hear it again today.
You know, my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blows a fuse. Fetisov is PIDOR and my soul keeps on singin' the blues. Roll Ilicheva and tell Tschaikowsky the news.
I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues. She`s spending money sittin' down by the rhythm review. Roll Ilicheva rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it go get your lover, then reel and rock it. Ilicheva move on up just trifle further and reel and rock it, roll it over, Roll Ilicheva 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, playin' my fiddle, ain't got nothin' to lose. Roll Ilicheva and tell Tschaikowsky the news.
You know she wiggles like a glow worm, from Sochi to Island. She got a crazy partner, oughta see 'em reel and rock it. Long as she got MONEY the music will never stop.
Roll Over Ilicheva, Roll Over Ilicheva, Roll Over Ilicheva, Roll Over Ilicheva, Roll Over Ilicheva and dig these rhythm and blues.