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, 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 (Oom bop bop good vibrations) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop 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 (Oom bop bop good vibrations) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop 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 (Oom bop bop) (I'm pickin' up good vibrations) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop) (Excitations) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's na na . . . Na na na na na Na na na Na na na na na Na na na Do do do do do Do do do Do do do do do Do do do |
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| 2:44 |
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* Written by Brian Wilson-Mike Love
* Produced by Brian Wilson * Recording date ; 1965-04-06 * Lead Vocal : Mike Love * Original Album ; Summer Days Well East coast girls are hip I really dig those styles they wear And the Southern girls with the way they talk They knock me out when I'm down there The Mid-West farmer's daughters really make you feel alright And the Northern girls with the way they kiss They keep their boyfriends warm at night I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California girls The West coast has the sunshine And the girls all get so tanned I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island Dolls by a palm tree in the sand I been all around this great big world And I seen all kinds of girls Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states Back to the cutest girls in the world I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California girls I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be California (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) |
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| 3. |
| 2:14 |
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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 I'm a real cool head Get around round round i get around I'm makin' real good bread I'm 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 I'm a real cool head Get around round round i get around I'm makin' real good bread Get around round round i get around I get around Round Get around round round Wah wa Wah wa Wah wa We always take my car cause it's never been beat And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't 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 I'm a real cool head Get around round round i get around I'm makin' real good bread Get around round round i get around I get around Round Round round get around I get around Yeah Get around round round i get around Get around round round i get around Wah wa Get around round round i get around Oooo Get around round round i get around Ahh Get around round round i get around Ahh Get around round round i get around Ahh |
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| 2:25 | 
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| 5. |
| 2:08 |
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Let''s go surfin'' now,
ev''rybody''s learnin'' how, come on a safari with me. (come on a safari with) Early in the mornin'' we''ll be startin'' out, some honeys will be comin'' along. We''re loadin'' up our woody with the boards inside and headin'' out singin our song. Come on, baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Lonesome baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Let''s go surfin'' now ev''rybody''s learnin'' how; come on a safari with me. In Huntington and Malibu they''re shootin'' the pier, In Rincon, they''re walkin'' the nose. We''re goin'' on safari to the islands this year, so if you''re comin'', get ready to go. Come on, baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Lonesome baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Let''s go surfin'' now ev''rybody''s learnin'' how, come on a safari with me. Guitar solo They''re anglin'' in Laguna and Cerro Azul, they''re kickin'' out in Dohini too. I tell you surfin''s runnin'' wild, it''s getting bigger every day from Hawaii to the shores of Peru. Come on, baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Lonesome baby, wait and see, yes, I''m gonna take you surfin'' with me. Let''s go surfin'' now ev''rybody''s learnin'' how; come on a safari with me. |
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| 2:20 |
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* Written by Brian Wilson-Mike Love
* Produced by Brian Wilson * Recording date ; 1964-01-01 * Lead Vocal ; Mike Love * Original Album ; Shut Down Vol. 2 Well she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And with the radio blasting Goes cruising just as fast as she can now And she'll have fun fun fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away) Well the girls can't stand her 'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now (You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace) She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now (You look like an ace now you look like an ace) A lotta guys try to catch her But she leads them on a wild goose chase now (You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace) And she'll have fun fun fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away) Well you knew all along That your dad was gettin' wise to you now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And since he took your set of keys You've been thinking that your fun is all through now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) But you can come along with me 'Cause we gotta a lot of things to do now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) |
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| 7. |
| 2:29 |
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If everybody had an ocean
across the U.S.A Then everybody’d be surfin’ Like California You’d seem’em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo Surfin’ U.S.A. You’ll catch’ em surfin’ at Del Mar Ventura County line Santa Cruz and Trestle Australia’s Narabine 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 surfari to stay Tell the teacher we’re surfin’ Surfin’ U.S.A. At Haggerties and Swamies Pacific Palisades San Anofree and Sunset Redondo Beach L.A. All over La Jolla At Waimia Bay ** Everybody’s gone surfin’ Surfin’ U.S.A. ** Repeat Several times & Fade out |
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| 2:48 |
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Well since she put me down I 've been out doin' in my head
I come in late at night and in the mornin' I just lay in bed Well, Rhonda you look so fine (look so fine) And I know it wouldn't take much time For you to help me Rhonda Help me get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart She was gonna be my wife And I was gonna be her man (Oh Rhonda) But she let another guy come between us And it shattered our plans (Oh Rhonda) Well, Rhonda you caught my eye (caught my eye) And I can give you lotsa reasons why You gotta help me Rhonda Help me get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart |
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| 2:50 |
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| 2:04 |
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| 11. |
| 1:39 |
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Little deuce coupe, you don't know
you don't know what I got Well, I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me down. But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town. When something comes up to me he don't even try, cos if it had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly. She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got. Just a little deuce coupe with a flathead mill, but she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still. She's ported and relieved, and she's stroked and bored, she'll do a hundred and forty in the top end floored. Chorus. She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor, and she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar. And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid, there's one more thing I've got the pink slip, daddy. And comin' off the line, when the light turn green, she blows 'em outta the water like you've never seen. I get pushed out of shape, and it's hard to steer, when I get rubber in all four gears. Chorus. |
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| 2:00 |
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| 1:52 |
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| 2:22 |
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| 15. |
| 2:27 |
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Little surfer little one
Made my heart come all undone Do you love me, do you surfer girl 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 Surfer girl 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 Surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl Well Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl |
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| 2:51 |
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| 2:19 |
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| 19. |
| 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 feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the john b's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well i feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk And broke in the cap'n's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff john stone Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well i feel so broke up i wanna go home So hoist up the john b's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home (hoist up the john b's sail) Hoist up the john b I feel so broke up i wanna go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip i've ever been on So hoist up the john b's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home |
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| 2:06 |
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Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann You've got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann Went to a dance Looking for romance Saw Barbara Ann So I thought I'd take a chance Barbara Ann, take my hand You've got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a reelin' Barbara Ann Tried Betty Sue Tried Betty Lou Tried Mary Sue But I knew it wouldn't do Barbara Ann, take my hand You've got me rockin' and a-rolling Rockin' and a-reeling Barbara Ann |
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| 3:38 |
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| 2:20 |
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| 2:13 |
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| 2:39 |
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| 2:57 |
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| 2:28 |
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| 2:38 |
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| 3:03 |
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| 3:58 |
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| 30. |
| 3:36 |
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Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica Off the Florida Keys There's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go to get away from it all Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We will be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We will get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique We will put out to sea And we wll perfect our chemistry By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity Afternoon delight Cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye Give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We will get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo Port Au Prince I wanna catch a glimpse Everybody knows A little place like Kokomo Now if you wanna go And get away from it all Go down to Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We will get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo |
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