The night is lonely the clock strikes three 
    I sit here playing with my drum machine 
    And wonder where he can be 
    The drummer of my dreams 
      
    He won't be hostile and he won't take drugs 
    He won't drop cigarette butts on my rugs 
    He'll have some self esteem 
    The drummer of my dreams 
      
    I'd be breathless I'd be dazzled 
    I'd go out of my mind 
    It would be heaven 
    If I could find someone 
    Who could actually keep time 
      
    He won't be hyper he won't play too fast 
    He won't use sticks the size of baseball bats 
    He won't be seventeen 
    The drummer of my dreams 
      
    Solo 
      
    He wouldn't have to be a great musician 
    Just have some taste and a little precision 
    And not get plastered during intermission 
    Where can he be 
      
    Oh Lord above is it so much to ask 
    For someone who is not a psychopath 
    Someone mature and clean 
    The drummer of my dreams 
    Maybe this summer I'll find the drummer of my dreams