There's a place where I can go
To hide and to lay low.
In my room,
In my room.
(The Li-bra-ry)
In this place I lock out strife
The screeches of my wife.
In my room,
In my room.
(The Li-bra-ry)
Do my hiding and my biding, take a little nap.
Do my thinking and my drinking, have a little Schnapps.
Now they've gone and I have grace
Without a trace of lace.
In my room,
In my room.
(The Li-bra-ry)
