1.Fun, Fun, Fun
Now, from Hawthorne California
To entertain you tonight
With a gala concert and a recording session
The fabulous Beach Boys
Well she got her daddy's car
And she's cruisin' 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)
2.The Little Old Lady From Pasadena
Written：D.Allfield／Roger Christian
It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena
It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Got a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
But parked in her rickety old garage
Is a brand new shiny red Super-Stock Dodge
And everybody's saying there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
She's a terror out on Colorado Boulevard
It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena
You can see her on the street just gettin' her kicks now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
With her four speed stick and her four-twenty-six now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator
And everybody's saying there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
She's a terror out on Colorado Boulevard
And everybody's saying there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
She's a terror out on Coloradooulevard
It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
You may have a goer but you'll never lose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
The guys come to race her from miles around
But she'll them a length and she'll shut 'em down
And everybody's saying there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
She's a terror out on Colorado Boulevard
It's the liitle old lady from Pasadena
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
3.Little Deuce Coupe
Written：Brian Wilson／Roger Christian
Some of you may remember the way the Beach Boys go about making
a record.
First we start with Denny on the drums.
Then Al with the rhythm guitar.
And then Carl with the lead guitar.
And then Brian fills the instruments in with a bass.
When we got the instrument together
We step up to the mics and it comes out something like this：
Little deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
Little deuce Coupe
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
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like she's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's got a competition clutch with the 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 got the pink slip daddy
And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
4.Long Tall Texan
Lyrics：H.Strezlecki
Music：H.Strezlecki
One, two, three, four
Giddy up
Giddy up
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I ride a big white horse
(He rides from Texas on a big white horse)
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I ride a big white horse
(He rides from Texas on a big white horse)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah is that your horse？
(He rides from Texas on a big white horse)
Yeah
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I wear a ten gallon hat
(He rides from Texas with a ten gallon hat)
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I wear a ten gallon hat
(He rides from Texas with a ten gallon hat)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah is that your hat？
(He rides from Texas with a ten gallon hat)
Yeah
Well I was walkin' down the street
With my shinin' badge
My spurs jinglin' down at my feet
I seen a man a comin'
Comin' with a gun
And I just can't be beat
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I enforce justice for the law
(He rides from Texas to enforce the law)
Well I'm a long tall Texan
I enforce justice for the law
(He rides from Texas to enforce the law)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah are you the law？
(He rides from Texas to enforce the law)
Yeah
Thank you
Thank you
Thanks a million
That's wonderful
Thanks an awful lot
5.In My Room
Lyrics：Brian Wilson／Gary Usher
Music：Brian Wilson／Gary Usher
There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
Thank a million you're a wonderful audience as usual
Thanks a lot you're the greatest.
6.Monster Mash
Lyrics：B.Pickett／L.Capizzi
Music：B.Pickett／L.Capizzi
Right now we'd like to introduce to all of you
Our lead singer, Mr. Boris Love
Boris is all ready to do his favorite song
If we can get a couple green lights on his face
He'll sing a song called 'The Monster Mash'
I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
It's called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
It's called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained backed by his baying hounds
The Coffin Bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the Beach Boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
It's called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with Igor？
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha
7.Let's Go Trippin'
Lyrics：Dick Dale
Music：Dick Dale
Alright, right now
Everytime we've been here
We've asked you to do one thing for us
And that, that one thing is to help us out
And yell something
Alright
And the thing we want you to yell
Three words'let's go trippin''
We want you to yell out on the count of three OK？
One
Two
Two-and-a-half
Three
LET'S GO TRIPPIN'!
Yeah, baby!
Thank you
Thank you very much
8.Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow
Written：Frazier／White／Wilson／Jr.／Harris
The last time we were up here
We did a song by another group of guys
We like very much
A real friendly group of guys
Called the Rivingtons
Their song is called 'Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow'
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
Funniest sound I ever heard
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But I can't understand a single word
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well if he's serious or if he's playin'
Woo my my it's all he's sayin
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well say there pop, say what's your name？
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well don't you come around and show your face
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But hearing the sound I can't figure it out
Oo-wee this sound makes me stop and shout
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
A papa-papa-papa-papa-oom-mow-mow
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
Well I hear this sound everywhere I go
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
From the record, TV, or the radio
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to understand
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
9.The Wanderer
Lyrics：Ernest Maresca
Music：Ernest Maresca
Here he is
The hard-working drummer
Denny Wilson to sing a song
Well I'm the type of guy
Who'll never settle down
Wherever pretty girls are
Well you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em
'Cause to me they're all the same
Yeah I'll hug 'em and I squeeze 'em
Baby they don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer
Yeah the wanderer
I roam around
Around around around around
Yeah, there's Paula on my left arm
And there's Mary on my right arm
And Janey is the girl well that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best
Yeah I'll tear of my shirt
And there's Rosey on my chest
'Cause I'm the wanderer
Yeah the wanderer
I roam around
Around around around around
Well I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
I'm as happy as a clown
With my two fists of iron
And going all the time
I'm the type of guy who likes to roam around
I'm never in one place I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin' for that girl
Yeah I'll hop right into that car of mine
I'll drive around the world
They call me the wanderer
Yeah the wanderer
I roam around
Around around around around
They call me the wanderer
Yeah the wanderer
I roam around
Around around around around
The wanderer
Yeah the wanderer
I roam around
Around around around around
Thank you
You're the greatest audience in the world
10.Hawaii
Lyrics：Brian Wilson
Music：Brian Wilson
One, one, two, three
Do you wanna go
Straight to Hawaii
(Hawaii) Hawaii (Hawaii)
Straight to Hawaii (Hawaii, Hawaii)
Oh do (Honolulu, Waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(Do you wanna come along with me)
I heard about all the pretty girls
With their grass skirts down to their knees
All my life I wanted to see
The island called Hawaii
Go to Hawaii
(Hawaii) Hawaii (Hawaii)
Straight to Hawaii (Hawaii, Hawaii)
Oh do (Honolulu, Waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(Do you wanna come along with me)
Now I don't know what town you're from
But don't tell me that they got bigger waves
Cause everyone that goes
Comes back with nothing but raves
That's in Hawaii
(Hawaii) Hawaii (Hawaii)
That's in Hawaii (Hawaii, Hawaii)
Oh do (Honolulu, Waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(Do you wanna come along with me)
And pretty soon this Winter
They'll hold the surfing championship of the year
Surfer guys and girls
Will be coming from far and near
Go to Hawaii
(Hawaii) Hawaii (Hawaii)
Straight to Hawaii (Hawaii, Hawaii)
Oh do (Honolulu, Waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(Do you wanna come along with me)
And you now (Honolulu, Waikiki)
You wanna live Hanah Lee
(Do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooo ooo (Honolulu, Waikiki)
Ooo ooo ooo (Do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooo ooo (Honolulu, Waikiki)
Ooo ooo ooo (Do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooooo (Honolulu, Waikiki)
Yeah
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you very very much
11.Graduation Day
Lyrics：J.Sherman／N.Sherman
Music：J.Sherman／N.Sherman
Right now we'd like to do another song about school
We did it last time I think
This one's dedicated to everyone in the audience who's just
graduated from grade school
And all you who have just graduated from junior high or high, or
high school
That is if you happen to make it out of high school, yeah
If you haven't there's always hair school, I mean night school
Summer school？ I went ther for two semesters, you don't have to
tell me about that
Anyway right now we'd like to do the song that was recorded
several years ago by a group of of singers
Who were very influential for our careers because they
influenced Brian Wilson and his writing
Their group is the Four Freshmen
And their song that we'd like to sing right now is called
'Graduation Day'
There's a time a for joy
A time for tears
A time we'll treasure through the years
We'll remember always
Graduation day
At the senior prom
We danced 'til three
And there you gave your heart to me
We'll remember always
Graduation day
Take it away
Take five
Though we leave in sorrow
All the joys we've known
We can face tomorrow
Knowing we'll never walk alone
When the ivy walks
Are far behind
No matter where our paths may wind
We'll remember always
Graduation day
We'll remember always
Graduation (day) day
12.I Get Around
Lyrics：Brian Wilson
Music：Brian Wilson
We'd like to say, very proudly
That because of people like you
This next song we're gonna sing
Sold over a million copies for us
And was number one in the nation
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
My kinda 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
My kinda 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 oooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo
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
My kinda 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
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
My kinda town
Get around round round I get around
Ahh ooo ooo
Get around round round I get around
Ahh ooo ooo
Would you like to hear some more？ Huh？ do it again, one more
time
13.Johnny B. Goode
Lyrics：Chuck Berry
Music：Chuck Berry
Before we all get kicked outta here
We're gonna do one more song for you
Let's go
He come from Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods up near the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunney sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks
Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
And people passing by would stop and say
My my but that little country boy can play
Go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
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