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I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air I'm pickin' up good vibrations She's giving me excitations I'm pickin' up good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations She's giving me excitations Close my eyes She's somehow closer now Softly smile, I know she must be kind When I look in her eyes She goes with me to a blossom world I'm pickin' up good vibrations She's giving me excitations I'm pickin' up good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations She's giving me excitations (Ahhhhhhh) (Ah my my what elation) I don't know where but she sends me there (Ah my my what a sensation) (Ah my my what elations) (Ah my my what) Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations A happenin' with her Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations A happenin' with her Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations A happenin' Ahhhhhhhh Good good good good vibrations She's giving me excitations Good good good good vibrations She's na na . . . Na na na na na |
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| 2. |
| 2:12 |
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Round round get around
I get around Yeah Get around round round I get around (I get around) Get around round round I get around (From town to town) Get around round round I get around (Im a real cool head) Get around round round I get around (Im makin real good bread) Im gettin bugged driving up and down the same old strip I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip My buddies and me are getting real well known Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone I get around Get around round round I get around From town to town Get around round round I get around Im a real cool head Get around round round I get around Im makin real good bread Get around round round I get around I get around Round Get around round round oooo Wah wa ooo Wah wa ooo Wah wa ooo We always take my car cause its never been beat And weve never missed yet with the girls we meet None of the guys go steady cause it wouldnt be right To leave their best girl home now on saturday night I get around Get around round round I get around From town to town Get around round round I get around Im a real cool head Get around round round I get around Im makin real good bread Get around round round I get around I get around Round Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Round round get around I get around Yeah Get around round round I get around Get around round round I get around Wah wa ooo Get around round round I get around Oooo ooo ooo Get around round round I get around Ahh ooo ooo Get around round round I get around Ahh ooo ooo Get around round round I get around Ahh ooo ooo |
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| 2:05 |
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| 5. |
| 1:37 |
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| 6. |
| 2:49 |
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I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I’ll make you so sure about it God only knows what I’d be without you If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would livin’ do me God only knows what I’d be without you God only knows what I’d be without you (Repeat verse 2) If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would livin’ do me God only knows what I’d be without you... (fade) |
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| 2:06 |
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Ah, ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Oh Barbara Ann, take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann Went to a dance, lookin' for romance Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance With Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Take my hand You got me rockin' and a-rollin' (Oh! Oh!) Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba ba ba ba black sheep Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann (Let's go now!) (Ow!) ([...]) ([...], Carl.) (Hal, and his famous ashtray!) ([...]) (You smell like Rocky. You're always scratchin' it.) (Hey, come on!) (Scratch it, Carl, scratch it, baby, right over there. Down a little lower. Down a little lower!) (Saw-- Tried--) Tried Peggy Sue Tried Betty Lou Tried Mary Lou But I knew she wouldn't do Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann Take my hand You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Barbara Ann Take my hand Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Oh, Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Yeah, Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann (Let's try that again. One more.) You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann (Ha ha. Let's try it one more time.) You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann ba ba Ba Barbara Ann (Let's try it once more.) (One more time. More artistic flavor.) One more time You got me rockin' and a-rollin' Barbara Ann Woah You got me rockin' You got me rollin' Oh, Barbara Ann (Thank you very much, folks.) (Thanks, Dean.) (Yeah, it's not bad.) |
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| 8. |
| 2:18 |
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| 9. |
| 2:44 |
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| 10. |
| 2:46 |
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| 11. |
| 2:26 |
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If everybody had an ocean across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin' like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies, Huarachi sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo, surfin' U. S. A. You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar, Ventura County line Santa Cruz and Trestle, Australia's Narrabeen All over Manhattan, and down Doheny Way Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' U.S. A. We'll all be planning out a route we're gonna take real soon We're waxing down our surfboards, we can't wait for June We'll all be gone for the summer, we're on safari to stay Tell the teacher we're surfin', surfin' U. S. A. At Haggertys and Swamis, Pacific Palisades San Onofre and Sunset, Redondo Beach L. A. All over La Jolla, at Wiamea Bay Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' U.S. A. Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' U.S. A Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' U.S. A. |
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| 12. |
| 1:59 |
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| 13. |
| 2:22 |
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Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through Happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Wouldn't it be nice Maybe if we thinkin' and wishin' and hopein' and prayin' It might come true Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do We could be married And then we'd be happy Wouldn't it be nice You know it seems the more we talk about it It only makes it worse to live without it But let's talk about it Wouldn't it be nice Good night baby Sleep tight baby Good night baby Sleep tight baby - |
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| 2:56 |
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We come on the Sloop John B.
My grandfather and me Around Nassau Town we did roam. Drinking all night, got into a fight. Well, I fell so broke up, I want to go home. So hoist up the John B. sails, See how the main-sail sets. Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home The first mate, he got drunk. Broke in the Captain's trunk. Constable had to come take him away. Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone? Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home So hoist up the John B. sails. See how the main-sail sets. Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home The poor cook he took fits. Through away all my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn. Sherrif John Stone, why dont you leave me alone? This is the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B. sails See how the main sail sets Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on |
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| 2:26 |
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Little surfer, little one
Made my heart come all undone Do you love me? Do you surfer girl? My little surfer girl I have watched you on the shore Standing by the ocean′s roar Do you love me? Do you surfer girl? We could ride the surf together While our love would grow In my woody, I would take you Everywhere I go So I say from me to you I will make your dreams come true Do you love me? Do you surfer girl? My little surfer girl Little one Little one |
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| 2:24 |
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| 17. |
| 2:53 |
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| 18. |
| 2:13 |
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| 2:37 |
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| 20. |
| 2:52 |
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| 21. |
| 3:36 |
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| 22. |
| 4:05 |
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| 23. |
| 3:59 |
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| 24. |
| 2:13 |
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| 25. |
| 2:10 |
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| 26. |
| 2:31 |
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| 27. |
| 2:35 |
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| 28. |
| 2:11 |
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| 29. |
| 2:59 |
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When I was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Let me tell you now well got me in a fix I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits I had to walk a long long way to town Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions I gonna want to be right off for home Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten When I got you baby, who needs cotton In them old cotton fields back home Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you A summer's day out in California It's gonna be those cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana Give me them cotton fields (It was back in Louisiana) Let me hear it for the cotton fields (Just about a mile from Texarkana) You know that there's just no place like home Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how I grown In them old cotton fields back home |
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