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| − | ==Lyrics==
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| − | Central Scrutinizer:
| + | '''Joe's Garage''' may refer to:<br> |
| − | We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park.
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| − | | + | * ''[[Joe's Garage Act I]]'', the first part of a 1979 Zappa rock opera.<br> |
| − | Frank Zappa:
| + | * ''[[Joe's Garage Acts II & III]]'', the second part of a 1979 Zappa rock opera.<br> |
| − | (It makes it's own sauce...)
| + | * ''[[Joe's Garage Acts I, II & III]]'', a compilation of those two albums.<br> |
| − | | + | * [[Joe's Garage (Track)|"Joe's Garage"]], the title song from this rock opera.<br> |
| − | Joe:
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| − | It wasn't very large
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| − | There was just enough room to cram the drums
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| − | In the corner over by the Dodge
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| − | It was a fifty-four
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| − | With a mashed up door
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| − | And a cheesy little amp
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| − | With a sign on the front said "Fender Champ"
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| − | And a second hand guitar
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| − | It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar
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| − | 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...
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| − | Larry:
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| − | We could jam in Joe's Garage
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| − | His mama was screamin'
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| − | His dad was mad
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| − | We was playin' the same old song
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| − | In the afternoon 'n' sometimes we would
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| − | Play it all night long
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| − | It was all we knew, 'n' easy too
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| − | So we wouldn't get it wrong
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| − | All we did was bend the string like...
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| − | Hey!
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| − | Down in Joe's Garage
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| − | We didn't have no dope or LSD
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| − | But a coupla quartsa beer
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| − | Would fix it so the intonation
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| − | Would not offend yer ear
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| − | And the same old chords goin' over 'n' over
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| − | Became a symphony
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| − | We would play it again 'n' again 'n' again
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| − | 'Cause it sounded good to me
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| − | ONE MORE TIME!
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| − | We could jam in Joe's Garage
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| − | His mama was screamin',
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| − | "TURN IT DOWN!"
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| − | We was playing' the same old song
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| − | In the afternoon 'n' sometimes we would
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| − | Play it all night long
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| − | It was all we knew, and easy too
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| − | So we wouldn't get it wrong
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| − | Even if you played it on a saxophone
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| − | We thought we was pretty good
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| − | We talked about keepin' the band together
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| − | 'N' we figured that we should
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| − | 'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
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| − | From the girls in the neighborhood
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| − | They'd all come over 'n' dance around
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| − | like...
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| − | Twenty teen-age girls dash
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| − | in and go STOMP-CLAP,
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| − | STOMP-CLAP-CLAP...
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| − | So we picked out a stupid name
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| − | Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
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| − | 'N' we was on our way to fame
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| − | Got matching suits 'N' Beatle Boots
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| − | 'N' a sign on the back of the car
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| − | 'N' we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar
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| − | ONE TWO THREE FOUR
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| − | LET'S SEE IF YOU GOT SOME MORE!
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| − | People seemed to like our song
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| − | They got up 'n' danced 'n' made a lotta noise
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| − | An' it wasn't 'fore very long
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| − | A guy from a company we can't name
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| − | Said we oughta take his pen
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| − | 'N' sign on the line for a real good time
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| − | But he didn't tell us when
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| − | These "good times" would be somethin'
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| − | That was really happenin'
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| − | So the band broke up
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| − | An' it looks like
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| − | We will never play again...
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| − | Joe:
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| − | Guess you only get one chance in life
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| − | To play a song that goes like...
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| − | (And, as the band plays their little song,
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| − | MRS. BORG (who keeps her son SY,
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| − | in the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
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| − | screams out the window...
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | Turn it down!
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| − | Turn it DOWN!
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| − | I have children sleeping here...
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| − | Don't you boys know any nice songs?
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| − | Joe:
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| − | (Speculating on the future)
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| − | Well the years was rollin' by, yeah
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| − | Heavy Metal 'n' Glitter Rock
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| − | Had caught the public eye, yeah
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| − | Snotty boys with lipstick on
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| − | Was really flyin' high, yeah
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| − | 'N' then they got that Disco thing
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| − | 'N' New Wave came along
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| − | 'N' all of a sudden I thought the time
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| − | Had come for that old song
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| − | We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
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| − | And if I am not wrong
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| − | You will soon be dancin' to...
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| − | Central Scrutinizer:
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| − | The WHITE ZONE is
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| − | for loading and
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| − | unloading only. If you
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| − | gotta load or unload,
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| − | go to the WHITE
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| − | ZONE. You'll love it...
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| − | Joe:
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| − | Well the years was rollin' by (etc.)...
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | I'm calling THE POLICE!
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| − | I did it! They'll be here...shortly!
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | This is the Police...
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | I'm not joking around anymore
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | We have the garage surrounded
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| − | If you give yourself up
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| − | We will not harm you
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| − | Or hurt you neither
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | You'll see them
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | This is the Police
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | There they are, they're coming!
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | Give yourself up
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| − | We will not harm you
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | Listen to that mess, would you?
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | This is the Police
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| − | Give yourself up
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| − | We have the garage surrounded
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | Everday this goes on around here!
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| − | Officer Butzis:
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| − | We will not harm you, or maim you
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| − | (SWAT Team 4, move in!)
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| − | Mrs. Borg:
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| − | He used cut my grass...
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| − | He was very nice boy...
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| − | That's DISGUSTING!!
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| − | Central Scrutinizer:
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| − | This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...
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| − | That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
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| − | Naturally, we were easy on him.
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| − | One of our friendly counselors gave him
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| − | A do-nut...and told him to
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| − | Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.
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| − | ==Players On This Song==
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| − | ==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared==
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| − | ===Singles===
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| − | * [[Joe's Garage|Joe's Garage]] (06:10) / [[Catholic Girls|Catholic Girls]] (03:51) - Frank Zappa (1979) | |
| − | * [[Joe's Garage|Joe's Garage]] (06:10) / [[Joe's Garage|Joe's Garage]] (06:10) - Frank Zappa (1979)
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| − | * [[Joe's Garage|Joe's Garage]] (06:10) / [[The Central Scrutinizer|The Central Scrutinizer]] (03:28) - Frank Zappa (1979) | |
| − | ===Zappa Albums & Side Projects===
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| − | * [[Joe's Garage Act I]]
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| − | ===Tribute & Cover Albums===
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| − | ==Notes About This Song==
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| − | ==CC Clues In This Song==
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| − | [[Category:Singles]]
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| − | [[Category:Tracks]]
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