@migu music@

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

So if you go out hope you don't want me to

I've got a rendezvous with a stack of forty-fives