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 45's
Saturday night sitting home alone, disconnect the phone
Put those records on
Up in my room, trying to find the chords and learning all the words
To all my favourite 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 listening to the music in my room
Up in my bed by the radio, kept it turned so low
Listening 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
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 if 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, grooving 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
So if you go out, hope you don't want me to
I've got a rendezvous with a stack of 45's