Lyrics
We take you now, to a garage in Canoga Park
(It makes it's own sauce if you add water)
It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a '54 with a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said "Fender Champ"
And a second hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin', his dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon, and sometimes we would play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like
Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over an' over
Became a symphony
We could play it again and again and again
'Cause it sounded good to me
(One more time)
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin' "Turn it down!"
We was playing' the same old song
In the afternoon, and sometimes we would play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
And we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over and dance around, like
So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N' we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits and beatle boots
And a sign on the back of the car
And we was ready to work in a Go-Go Bar
One, two, three, four
Let's see if you've got some more
People seemed to like our song
They got up and danced and made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
And sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin' that was really happenin'
So the band broke up
And it looks like
We will never play again
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well, the years was rollin' by, yeah
Heavy metal and glitter rock had caught the public eye, yeah
Snotty boys with lipstick on was really flyin' high, yeah
And then they got that disco thing, and new wave came along
And all of a sudden I thought the time had come for that old song
We used to play in Joe's Garage
And if I am not wrong, you will soon be dancin' to
The white zone is for loading and unloading only
If you gotta load or unload go to the white zone
I said, the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by (I'm calling the police)
So the years was rollin' by (I did it)
The years was rollin' by (they'll be here shortly)
By, by, the years was rollin' by (this is the police) I'm not joking around anymore
We have the garage surrounded
The years was rollin' by (give yourself up we will not harm you or hurt you neither)
This is the police, give yourself up
The years was rollin' by (we will not harm you, this is the police)
Listen to that mess, would you!
Give yourself up, we have the garage surrounded
We will not harm you or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)
He used to cut my grass, he was a very nice boy
This is the Central Scrutinizer
That was Joe's first confrontation with the law
Naturally, we were easy on him
One of our friendly counselors gave him a do-nut
And told him to stick closer to church-oriented social activities
