| Song | Joe's Garage |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | Joe's Garage: Act I |
| 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. |
| 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. |