The Garage

We're playing all day long

And people like our songs

Oh yeah they all love us

Except for those who hate us

Like that lady in pink

Saying over the fence that

She can't hear herself talking

That we are noisy brats

The ones that likes the fuss

Are our best friends the cowboys

They are dealing amps with us

And dealing tennis balls

We like playing for your ears

Playing for the families

The hip hop kids

The parents and their babies

Even the cops when they're called says they are liking it

You wouldn't believe it, but

I am famous with my sick riffs

I am famous with my sick clique

Famous in my street

We don't plan on moving

Accept our apologies

They all love garage bands

As long as they stay in movies

Could be worse, come on

Cause we are slaying it

For good or bad reasons

We are famous in our street

Even the cops when they're called says they are liking it

You wouldn't believe it, but

I'm famous with my sick riffs

Famous with my sick clique

Famous in my street

I'm famous with my sick riffs

Famous with my sick clique

Famous in my street

Even the cops when they're called says they are liking it

You wouldn't believe it, but

I'm famous with my sick riffs

Famous with my sick clique

Famous in my street

For good or bad reasons

We can say we're famous in our street

For good or bad reasons

We can say we're famous in our street