Jan & Dean

Two girls for every boy I got a '34 wagon And we call it a Woody Surf City here we come You know it's not very cherry It's an oldie but a goodie Surf City here we come Well, it ain't got a back seat Or a rear window But it still gets me Where I want

I can't settle down on just one shore To ride the wild surf Is what I'm living for 'cause I hear a voice deep down inside There are other girls, Other waves to ride Other girls, other waves to ride I'm just a guy with time on my hands Surfin' round t

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The Beach Boys The Little Old Lady From Pasadena - Jan & Dean 作词:Don Altfeld, Roger Christian It's the little old lady from Pasadena The little old lady from Pasadena Go granny, go granny, go granny go Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenia

Grab your board and go sidewalk surfin' with me Don't be afraid to try the newest sport around Bust your buns, bust your buns now It's catchin' on in every city and town You can do the tricks the surfers do, just try a "Quasimodo" or "The C

11 bees, 4 wasps, a turtle 11 bees and a bumblebee Well, I met her at the grad night party this year (De dum, dum, dum, dum, de dum, dum, dum) I held her real tight and whispered in her ear "Come on and be my summer girl" She's my summer girl, y

In Hawaii there's a place known as Waimea Bay Where the best surfers in the world come to stay And ride the wild surf they come to try To conquer those waves some 30 feet high Ride, ride, ride the wild surf Ride, ride, ride the wild surf Ride, ride,

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Telling me just what a fool I've been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again The only girl I care about has gone away Looking for a brand new start But little does she know th

I was cruising in my Stingray late one night When an XKE pulled up on the right And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag And challenged me then and there to a drag I said, "You're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine Let's come off the line, now,