In the back of a record rackThere’s a old double packTwelve inches and blackWith an old crumpled coverBut every track is stackedAnd it takes me backTo the one who caused this melancholy moodAnd every single grooveCuts me to the boneYeah, she rocks me to the boneI took her back to my bachelor flatWhile the stereo played for twoShe unwrapped her giftAnd played me a riffAnd said, this old record was just made for youThen we danced to songs of passion andThe singer’s velvet tonesOn the gramaphoneWhile the record playedShe rocks me to the boneKnocks me to the boneThose those rock n’ roll romantic songsPlayed all summer longAnd she rocks me to the boneKnocks me to the bone.Yeah, she rocks me to the boneYeah, she rocks me to the boneIn dreams she’s smiling in slow motionDevouring all of my emotionAngels singing rock ’n’ rollWhile demons take away my soulVoices sound, her image fadesEvery time that record playsShe rocks me to the boneKnocks me to the boneIn my back room there’s an old 45That we played all summer longShakin the beams so loud it covered up the screamsWhen lover’s harmony went oh so wrongAnd in every word emotion is tornAnd blood flows down the drainLike she opened up a veinAnd cut me to the boneYeah, she rocks me to the boneAnd now I’m just a prisonerIn that stereo hi-fi jailThe needle pierced just like a nailAs she rocks me to the boneKnocks me to the boneDo do do do do do doShe rocks me to the boneYeah, she rocks me to the boneYeah, she rocks me to the bone