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 INTERLUDE: 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 INTERLUDE: 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 INTERLUDE: Bridge: 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