It wasn't very large
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
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
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
So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a couple 'a bucks
And we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits and Beatle Boots
And a sign on the back of the car
And we was ready to work in a Go-Go bar
People seemed to like our song
They got up and danced and made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we ought'a take his pen
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...