Betty Hutton - Rumble, Rumble, Rumble lyrics

I gotta move, I gotta move That's what I tell my landlord, "Landlord, I gotta move" 'Cause there's a man, lives right upstairs from me Making a nightmare of some melody This is a situation not likely to improve He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the left hand He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the right Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle Plays piano all night He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the bottom He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the top Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle Positively won't stop I tried-a knock-a, knock-a, knocking on the ceiling I tried-a knock-a, knock-a, knocking on the wall He takes a breather, no, he doesn't either Just when I figure that's all He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble on the black keys He goes-a tinkle, tinkle, tinkle on the white Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle Plays piano all right but he plays piano all night Instead of cooking himself a quiet kettle of tea up there Or maybe getting himself a girl and taking her out somewhere Instead of sitting around, reading the jokes Washing his socks, writing his folks Taking a pill, sleeping the night through What does he do? What does he do? He goes-a rumble, rumble, rumble Look at the whole building crumble Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, look at the wallpaper wrinkle Rumble, rumble, rumble, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle He could give insomnia to Rip Van Winkle With that rumble, rumble, rumble I've got a good right to grumble Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle I'm gonna raise quite a stomping When you rumble, tinkle Please somebody break his lease I tried to hammer, hammer, hammer on the steam pipe I tried to holler, holler, holler down the hall I've got a feeling, he'll come through the ceiling Big foot, piano and all He goes-a fumbling, fumbling, fumbling with his left hand He goes-a grope, grope, groping with his right Fumble and grope, fumble and grope The fumbly fool fumbles 'till he gets it right Then he plays piano all night