Bedroom Holiday
We spent five days inside your room
I played at Yoko, you were John
We dropped out, tuned in, got turned on
It was a bedroom holiday
It was a bedroom holiday
The neighbors thought that we were dead
When we came out one of them said,
You young folk don't have no respect
It was a bedroom holiday
It was a bedroom holiday
It was a five day bedroom holiday
We willed the whole of the outside world away
I'd love to do it all again some day
It was a bedroom holiday
It was a bedroom holiday
Autor(es): Mick Cooke
