In my secret hideaway, I would play all night So if you go out, hope you don't want me to I've got a rendezvous with a stack of forty-fives
Saturday night sittin' home alone Disconnect the phone, put those records on Up in my room, tryin' to find the chords
Learnin' all the words, to all my favorite songs I love to hear those voices talk in rhymes I know I've played this one a hundred times
And I know the songs will end too soon When I'm listenin' to the music in my room
Up in my bed by the radio Kept it turned so low listnin' in the dark Closing my eyes, whispering along
Waiting for the song that always hit the mark I counted two's and four's instead of sheep And I sailed across the Mersey in my sleep
And I knew the songs would end too soon When I listened to the music in my room
It was something to take with me where I went Secret and seductive in my ear Oh, wondering at all those hours spent Lost in something I could only hear
Saturday night always here and gone Sunday comes along, Friday seems so far Sitting in school, groovin' in my chair
Tap the desk and stare and dream of my guitar I drifted off in waves of rock and roll And I wondered if I had a rubber soul
And I knew the songs would end too soon When I listened to the music in my room
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