Lyrics:

A boring old garage in a residential area with a teenage band rehearsing in it. Joe (the main character in the Central Scrutinizer's Special Presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulations of garage-band husbandry...

We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park
It makes its own sauce if you add water

It wasn't very large
And 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

At this point, Larry (a guy who will eventually give up music and earn a respectable living as a roadie for a group called Toad-O) joins in the song...

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 quarts'a beer would fix it
So the intonation would not offend your ear
And the same old chords
Goin' over and 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 the 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

(Twenty teen-age girls dash
In and go STOMP-CLAP
STOMP-CLAP-CLAP...)

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 matchin' 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
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 we will never play again
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like

*And, as the band plays their little song
Mrs. Borg (who keeps her son Sy
In the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
Screams out the window...*

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

The White Zone is for loading and unloading only
If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone

Well the years was rollin' by
The years were rollin' by (I'm calling the police!)
The years were rollin' by
The years were rollin' by (I did it! They'll be here, shortly!)
The years were rollin' by (This is the police...)
(I'm not joking around anymore!)
The years was rollin' by (We have the garage surrounded)
(Give yourself up)
(We will not harm you, or hurt you neither)
The years were rollin' by
(You'll see them, there they are, they're coming!)
(This is the police)
The years were rollin' by
(Give yourself up)
(We will not harm you)
(Listen to that mess, would you?)
(This is the police, give yourself up)
(We have the garage surrounded!)
(Everyday this goes on around here!)
The years were rollin' by
(We will not harm you, or maim you)
The years were rollin' by
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)
(He used to cut my grass! He was a very nice boy!)
(This is the police, come out with your hands up!)
(That's disgusting...)

This is the Central Scrutinizer...
That was Joe's first confrontation with 'The Law'...
Naturally, we were easy on him
One of our friendly counsellors gave him a donut
And told him to stick closer
To church-oriented social activities...