A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age 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.



Central Scrutinizer:

We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park.



Frank Zappa:

(It makes it's own sauce...)



Joe:

It wasn't very large

There was just enough room to cram the drums

In the corner over by the Dodge

It was a fifty-four

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...



Larry:

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 'n' sometimes we would

Play it all night long

It was all we knew, 'n' 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 'n' over

Became a symphony

We would play it again 'n' again 'n' 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 'n' sometimes we would

Play it all night long

It was all we knew, and easy too

So we wouldn't get it wrong

Ev