Song | Joe's Garage |
Artist | Frank Zappa |
Album | Joe's Garage: Act I |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Zappa | |
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) | |
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) | |
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) | |
Ike willis (lead vocals) | |
Peter wolf (keyboards) | |
Tommy mars (keyboards) | |
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) | |
Ed mann (percussion) | |
Vinnie colaiuta (drums) | |
Jeff (tenor saxophone) | |
Marginal chagrin (baritone saxophone) | |
Stumuk (bass saxophone) | |
Dale bozzio (vocals) | |
Al malkin (vocals) | |
Craig steward (harmonica) | |
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 tribulat | |
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 | |
Even if you played it on a saxophone | |
We thought we was pretty good | |
We talked about keepin' the band together | |
'n' 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 'n' 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 coupla bucks | |
'n' we was on our way to fame | |
Got matching suits 'n' beatle boots | |
'n' a sign on the back of the car | |
'n' 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 'n' danced 'n' 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 | |
'n' 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 | |
An' it looks like | |
We will never play again... | |
Joe: | |
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... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Turn it down! | |
Turn it down! | |
I have children sleeping here... | |
Don't you boys know any nice songs? | |
Joe: | |
(speculating on the future) | |
Well the years was rollin' by, yeah | |
Heavy metal 'n' glitter rock | |
Had caught the public eye, yeah | |
Snotty boys with lipstick on | |
Was really flyin' high, yeah | |
'n' then they got that disco thing | |
'n' new wave came along | |
'n' 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... | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
The white zone is | |
For loading and | |
Unloading only. if you | |
Gotta load or unload, | |
Go to the white | |
Zone. you'll love it... | |
Joe: | |
Well the years was rollin' by (etc.)... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I'm calling the police! | |
I did it! they'll be here...shortly! | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I'm not joking around anymore | |
Officer butzis: | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
If you give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Or hurt you neither | |
Mrs. borg: | |
You'll see them | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Mrs. borg: | |
There they are, they're coming! | |
Officer butzis: | |
Give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Listen to that mess, would you? | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Give yourself up | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Everday this goes on around here! | |
Officer butzis: | |
We will not harm you, or maim you | |
(swat team 4, move in!) | |
Mrs. borg: | |
He used cut my grass... | |
He was very nice boy... | |
That's disgusting!! | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
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. |
zuo ci : Zappa | |
Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
Warren cucurullo rhythm guitar, vocals | |
Denny walley slide guitar, vocals | |
Ike willis lead vocals | |
Peter wolf keyboards | |
Tommy mars keyboards | |
Arthur barrow bass, vocals | |
Ed mann percussion | |
Vinnie colaiuta drums | |
Jeff tenor saxophone | |
Marginal chagrin baritone saxophone | |
Stumuk bass saxophone | |
Dale bozzio vocals | |
Al malkin vocals | |
Craig steward harmonica | |
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 tribulat | |
Of garageband 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 fiftyfour | |
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 toado 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 | |
Even if you played it on a saxophone | |
We thought we was pretty good | |
We talked about keepin' the band together | |
' n' 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 ' n' dance around | |
Like... | |
Twenty teenage girls dash | |
In and go stompclap, | |
Stompclapclap... | |
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 ' n' beatle boots | |
' n' a sign on the back of the car | |
' n' we was ready to work in a gogo bar | |
One two three four | |
Let' s see if you got some more! | |
People seemed to like our song | |
They got up ' n' danced ' n' 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 | |
' n' 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 | |
An' it looks like | |
We will never play again... | |
Joe: | |
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... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Turn it down! | |
Turn it down! | |
I have children sleeping here... | |
Don' t you boys know any nice songs? | |
Joe: | |
speculating on the future | |
Well the years was rollin' by, yeah | |
Heavy metal ' n' glitter rock | |
Had caught the public eye, yeah | |
Snotty boys with lipstick on | |
Was really flyin' high, yeah | |
' n' then they got that disco thing | |
' n' new wave came along | |
' n' 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... | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
The white zone is | |
For loading and | |
Unloading only. if you | |
Gotta load or unload, | |
Go to the white | |
Zone. you' ll love it... | |
Joe: | |
Well the years was rollin' by etc.... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I' m calling the police! | |
I did it! they' ll be here... shortly! | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I' m not joking around anymore | |
Officer butzis: | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
If you give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Or hurt you neither | |
Mrs. borg: | |
You' ll see them | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Mrs. borg: | |
There they are, they' re coming! | |
Officer butzis: | |
Give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Listen to that mess, would you? | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Give yourself up | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Everday this goes on around here! | |
Officer butzis: | |
We will not harm you, or maim you | |
swat team 4, move in! | |
Mrs. borg: | |
He used cut my grass... | |
He was very nice boy... | |
That' s disgusting!! | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
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 donut... and told him to | |
Stick closer to churchoriented social activities. |
zuò cí : Zappa | |
Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
Warren cucurullo rhythm guitar, vocals | |
Denny walley slide guitar, vocals | |
Ike willis lead vocals | |
Peter wolf keyboards | |
Tommy mars keyboards | |
Arthur barrow bass, vocals | |
Ed mann percussion | |
Vinnie colaiuta drums | |
Jeff tenor saxophone | |
Marginal chagrin baritone saxophone | |
Stumuk bass saxophone | |
Dale bozzio vocals | |
Al malkin vocals | |
Craig steward harmonica | |
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 tribulat | |
Of garageband 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 fiftyfour | |
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 toado 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 | |
Even if you played it on a saxophone | |
We thought we was pretty good | |
We talked about keepin' the band together | |
' n' 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 ' n' dance around | |
Like... | |
Twenty teenage girls dash | |
In and go stompclap, | |
Stompclapclap... | |
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 ' n' beatle boots | |
' n' a sign on the back of the car | |
' n' we was ready to work in a gogo bar | |
One two three four | |
Let' s see if you got some more! | |
People seemed to like our song | |
They got up ' n' danced ' n' 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 | |
' n' 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 | |
An' it looks like | |
We will never play again... | |
Joe: | |
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... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Turn it down! | |
Turn it down! | |
I have children sleeping here... | |
Don' t you boys know any nice songs? | |
Joe: | |
speculating on the future | |
Well the years was rollin' by, yeah | |
Heavy metal ' n' glitter rock | |
Had caught the public eye, yeah | |
Snotty boys with lipstick on | |
Was really flyin' high, yeah | |
' n' then they got that disco thing | |
' n' new wave came along | |
' n' 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... | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
The white zone is | |
For loading and | |
Unloading only. if you | |
Gotta load or unload, | |
Go to the white | |
Zone. you' ll love it... | |
Joe: | |
Well the years was rollin' by etc.... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I' m calling the police! | |
I did it! they' ll be here... shortly! | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police... | |
Mrs. borg: | |
I' m not joking around anymore | |
Officer butzis: | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
If you give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Or hurt you neither | |
Mrs. borg: | |
You' ll see them | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Mrs. borg: | |
There they are, they' re coming! | |
Officer butzis: | |
Give yourself up | |
We will not harm you | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Listen to that mess, would you? | |
Officer butzis: | |
This is the police | |
Give yourself up | |
We have the garage surrounded | |
Mrs. borg: | |
Everday this goes on around here! | |
Officer butzis: | |
We will not harm you, or maim you | |
swat team 4, move in! | |
Mrs. borg: | |
He used cut my grass... | |
He was very nice boy... | |
That' s disgusting!! | |
Central scrutinizer: | |
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 donut... and told him to | |
Stick closer to churchoriented social activities. |