Ooh, well, ock. Well she, she called me up on the telephone, said, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone." I said, "Baby, you're mighty sweet, but I'm in bed with a aching feet." This went on for a couple of days, but I couldn't stay away. So I walk one, two flight,... Well, sent to chicago for repairs, till it's fixed I'm usin' the stairs. I hope they hurry, before it's too late, you know, I love my baby too much to wait. All this climbing is getting me down, they'll find my c (guitaretab.com)