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The Beach Boys - Surfin' Safari Album Lyrics



The Beach Boys - Surfin' Safari Lyrics






Surfin Safari

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
Come on and safari with

Early in the morning we'll be startin' out
Some honeys will be bake in the scene
I loaded up my Woody with our boards on top
And I put on a faded blue jeans ('cause we are)

Come on (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me
Come along (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
(Come on and safari with)

At Huntington and Malibu
They're shooting the pier
At Rincon they're walking the nose
We're going on safari to the islands this year
So if you're coming get ready to go (we're gonna go)

Come on (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me
Come along (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
(Come on and safari with)

Well, surfin' is big in Sunset-Beach
They do it in South Africa too
They all getting stoked on the surfin' craves
From Hawaii to the shores of Perus (go down let's come)

Come on (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me
Come along (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me

Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learning how
Come on and safari with me
(Come on and safari with)

Surfin' safari
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Writer: Brian Douglas Wilson, Michael E. Love
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC






County Fair

This time each year in our hometown
The county fair comes our way
Where the folks gather round to be happy and spend their day
A-here's what happened now,
I soon decide that I'd take with me
The most specialest girl I knew
I had her pack us a lunch and on down the dirt road we flew

(Hurry hurry, step right up and win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[Aw, come on Nicky. Win me a koala bear]
(Break the balloon with a dart)
(Yes you son, come up here. Win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[Oh please win me a koala bear]
(Break the balloon with a dart. Come on son, step right up)
(Get up there, that's a boy)

Right then I knew what I had to do
(Hurry, hurry)
Before that day was through
(Step right up)
I had to win a stuffed doggie or I'd break her poor heart in two
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)
A let me tell you now,
I passed up a chance when I walked by a booth
(Hurry, hurry)
Where you throw a dart and break a balloon
(Step right up)
I snuck by a couple more, but I had to get caught real soon
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)

(Step right up, test your strength.)
(Come on son, ring the bell with the hammer)
[Aww, come on muscles]
(Win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[Ooohhh]
(Come on son, are you a man or a weakling?)
(Yes you, step up here and test your strength)
(Win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[Come on baby]
(Come on son)

I hit the rubber stump just as hard as I could
(Hurry, hurry)
But I didn't make it ring the bell
(Step right up)
I tried again and again, but I just didn't do so well
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)
Can you believe it now,
Up walked a fella and he tapped me on the shoulder, said
(Hurry, hurry)
I can win your girl a prize
(Step right up)
So, he flexed all his muscles and knocked the bell up in the sky
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)

Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
(Hurry, hurry)
Took my girl and the doggie away
(Step right up...)
Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
(Step right up son, test your strength)
Took my girl and the doggie away
(Come on kid, ring the bell)
Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky
[Ah, goodbye muscles. I don't need you anymore]
Took my girl and the doggie away
[Loser]

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Writer: GARY USHER, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Ten Little Indians

Ten little Indian boys

The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather
(Little Indian boy)
The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar
(Fighting over a squaw)
Well the third little Indian gave her moccasin leather
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all

The fourth little Indian took her riding in his big canoe
(Little Indian boy)
The fifth little Indian took her down the waterfall
(Fighting over a squaw)
The sixth little Indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo
(Little Indian boy)
But the squaw didn't like 'em at all

One little, two little, three little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Four little, five little, six little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
(Keep us humming we're the ten little Indians)
Ten little Indian boys

The seventh little Indian took her over to his teepee
(Little Indian boy)
The eighth little Indian tried to give her a love poem
(Fighting over a squaw)
The ninth little Indian said "You're my Kemosabe"
(Little Indian boy)
The squaw didn't like 'em at all

The tenth little Indian said it really didn't matter
(Little Indian boy)
He acted like himself and he didn't look at her
(Fighting over a squaw)
The squaw didn't care if he never did a thing
(Little Indian boy)
Cause she loved the tenth Indian boy

Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy
Loved the tenth Indian boy

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Writer: GARY USHER, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Chug-A-Lug

Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Gary likes a girl's tight black pants
Larry knows he doesn't stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick

Dennis wonders what's under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Brian's still glued to the radio
Louie's lookin' out the rear window
Guy's got around to orderin' fries
But root beer's my best buy

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now

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Writer: MICHAEL LOVE, GARY USHER, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Little Girl (You're My Miss America)

(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America)
Little girl just in your teens (you're my Miss America)
Little girl you're in my dreams (you're my Miss America)
You're so sweet, you're so fine
Dear won't you be mine
Everybody knows it
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey)
Blue eyes, blond hair
Lips like a movie star
Little girl with heart of gold (you're my Miss America)
Little girl with lips untold (you're my Miss America)
You're so sweet, you're so fine
Hey, won't you be mine
Everybody knows it
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey)
Blue eyes, blond hair
Lips like a movie star
Little girl with heart of gold (you're my Miss America)
Little girl with lips untold (you're my Miss America)
You're so sweet, you're so fine
Hey, won't you be mine
Everybody knows it
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh yeah yeah) (my Miss America)
(Sha da da da da da ooh hey hey)
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Writer: BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






409

She's real fine my 409
She's real fine my 409
My 409

Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
When I would buy a brand new 409
(409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
409 ooooo
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up)

When I take her to the track she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
She always turns in the fastest times
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409
(409, 409, 409, 409)

Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)

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Surfin

Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf with me

Bom Bom Dit Di Dit Dip
Bom Bom Dit Di Dit Dip
I got up this mornin' turned on my radio
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if I would go
And when the DJ tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when I know my baby and I will have a good time

We're going surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit

Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now surf
Surf with me
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit

From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
And when the surf is down to take its place
We'll do the Surfer's Stomp it's the latest dance craze

We're going surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit

Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now surf
Surf with me
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit

Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon that you better know
Yeah my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax
But that won't stop me baby cause you know I'm coming back

We're going surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit
Surfin'
Bom bom dip di dit

Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now come on pretty baby and surf with me

Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit
Bom bom dip di dit

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Writer: BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON, MIKE LOVE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Heads You Win Tails I Lose

Every time
We have a fight
We flip a coin
To see who's right

Why do we have to gamble just to see who's right?
Why can't we arbitrarily resolve a fight?
But with you're style of gamblin' there's no chance to win
That's how it is, and that's the way it's always been

Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Bad news

If we were playing cards you'd be the one to deal
You'd play with loaded dice and fix the roulette wheel
You pick 'em at the races like I've never seen
And then you make me pay off like a slot machine

Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Heads, you win
Tails, I lose
Bad news

Oh well, match me honey (match me honey)
Take my money (take my money)
You know the odds are your's (flip it baby)
So flip the coin

I'm gonna make some changes with this gamblin' game
From now on I'm the dealer and I'll do the same
I'll load my dice and stack the deck and fix the odds again
So if you want to flip to see who's right I know I'll win

Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news

Oh well, match me honey (match me honey)
Take my money (take my money)
You know the odds are your's (flip it baby)
So flip the coin

I'm gonna make some changes with this gamblin' game
From now on I'm the dealer and I'll do the same
I'll load my dice and stack the deck and fix the odds again
So if you want to flip to see who's right I know I'll win

Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news

Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Heads, I win
Tails, you lose
Bad news

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Writer: GARY USHER, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Summertime Blues

I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, "no dice son, you gotta work late"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom and pop told me, "son you gotta make some money"
If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
"well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

I'm gonna take the weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the united nations
Well I called my congressman and he said "whoa!"
"I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
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Writer: EDDIE COCHRAN, JERRY NEAL CAPEHART
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Cockoo Clock

We knew it must have been late
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
We had no time to wait
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I went to light the fireplace
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I planned it all this way, and
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)

I snuggled close to her
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
Her heart began to purr
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I held my breath inside, and then
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I put my arms around her
(Tick-tock)

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo

I put that birdie away
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
His cuckoo was gone to stay
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
We both apologized for why
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
Forgave that doggone cuckoo

I went back to her side
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I had to swallow my pride
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
The fire had almost died away
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just got situated
(Tick-tock)

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo

I took that clock apart
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
I broke the cuckoo's heart
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
He'll never bother us again
(Tick-tock, tick-tock)
We just forgot about him
(Tick-tock)

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)
Cuckoo, cuckoo

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Moon Dawg


[Instrumental]
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The Shift

Check out the chick with the new dress on
(Wearin' a shift and it looks real fine)
The call it a shift and it comes on strong
(Wearin' a shift and it looks real fine)
When she's got it on, well she can't do no wrong
(Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift)

You may think a dress can't do very much
(Wearin' a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you can't resist that touch
(Wearin' a shift really turns me on)
It's tighter than a moo-moo and it's just too much
(Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift)

(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Can't go wrong now) (go wrong now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (turns me on now)

Get your girl a shift and she'll look real fine
(Wearin' a shift and it's just too much)
It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind
(Wearin' a shift and it's just too much)
She'll ball it with her shift on and we'll have a good time
(Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift)

(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(Turns me on now) (get a shift now)
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Writer: MICHAEL LOVE, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group








Surfin' Safari is the debut studio album by the American rock band the Beach Boys, released October 1, 1962 on Capitol Records. The official production credit went to Nick Venet, though it was Brian Wilson with his father Murry who contributed substantially to the album's production; Brian also wrote or co-wrote nine of its 12 tracks. The album reached number 32 in the US during a chart stay of 37 weeks.

The album was preceded by two singles: "Surfin'" and "Surfin' Safari", which charted at numbers 75 and 14, respectively. The success of "Surfin' Safari" helped secure a full album for the group while an additional single, "Ten Little Indians", was issued, charting at number 49.
Performed By: The Beach Boys
Genre(s): Garage surf
Producer(s): Nick Venet
Length: 24:49
Released: October 1st, 1962
Year: 1962

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