Joe's Garage

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 lamp 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 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 couple of bucks And 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 got some more! People seemed to like our song They got up and danced and made a lot of noise And 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 (ouu ouu) We will never play again Guess you only get one chance in life To play a song that goes like