I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ. Oh, It's a rockin' rhythm record And I want my jockey to play. Roll Over Belova, I gotta hear 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 Belova 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 the rhythm review. Roll Over Belova rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it go get your lover, then reel and rock it. Roll Belova, move on just little further and reel rock it, and over and over, Oh C`mon Roll Over Belova rockin' in two by two.
Well, early in the mornin' give you a warnin' don't you step sluede on shoes. Hey diddle diddle, play my fiddle, ain't got nothin' to lose. Roll Over Belova 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 Belova, Roll Over Belova, Roll Over Belova, Roll Over Belova, Roll Over Belova and dig these rhythm and blues.