You think I'm a bearded, hippy freak
out of work, and out of my head.
So I searched all day
to try and find a way
to make you proud instead.

I thought of getting' your coffee
but you're up too early for me.
And then I hit
on what I thought was it,
a sure fire remedy

I'd go out five minutes early,
open up the garage door.
You'd be so proud,
you'd laugh out loud
and you're sure to come back for more.

But when I went out early,
much to my surprise,
a brand new machine,
all shiny and clean,
opened it up before my eyes!

I got the all-alone, lonesome, automatic garage-door opener blues...
I got the all-alone, lonesome, automatic garage-door opener blues!

I'm gonna sit right in that damn garage,
until there comes a time,
when it blow a fuse
and you'll have to use
these two willing arms of mine

I got the all-alone, lonesome, automatic garage-door opener blues...
I got the all-alone, lonesome, automatic garage-door opener blues!

Copyright © 1972 John C. Goerlich