Basement Days

Timmy played bass and his brother had a Mexican Strat
 I was on drums and couldn't find the one but I only sang a little flat
 Fake wood paneling, linoleum floor
 Pillow stuffed under the upstairs door
 Trying to learn a few chords and start a band
 Take me back to those basement days
 "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
 "Pinball Wizard" and "Born To Run"
 "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"
 We were lost in the music down in that room
 It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
 You can burn out or fade away
 But you can't go back to those basement days
 We learned enough songs and we thought that it sounded alright
 So we rented out a local church basement on a Saturday night
 All our friends were there we were living the dream
 'Til the fire marshal arrived on scene
 And pulled the plug 'cause we set off the alarm with our dry ice machine
 Take me back to those basement days
 "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
 "Whipping Post" and "Aqualung"
 "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"
 We were lost in the music down in that room
 It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
 You can burn out or fade away
 But you can't go back to those basement days
 Give me one more shot at 16 years old
 Back when I still believed that rock n' roll
 Could save my soul
 Now Timmy's in computers and his brother is a lawyer I hear
 Who'd have guessed I'd be the one still crazy after all these years
 But it only comes in flashes every now and again
 I get a little taste of how it was back then
 And it keeps me going every time I feel like packing it in
 Take me back to those basement days
 "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
 "Sugar Magnolia," "Here Comes The Sun"
 I still know every word to "Comfortably Numb"
 We were lost in the music down in that room
 It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
 You can burn out or fade away
 But you can't go back to those basement days