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The Beach Boys - Beach Boys' Party! Album Lyrics



The Beach Boys - Beach Boys' Party! Lyrics






Hully Gully

(Play it like it is, Carl!
Pick it up from the third!)

(Ha!)

Well, there's a dance spreadin' round like an awful disease
Hully, hully gully
You just shake your shoulders and you wiggle your knees
(Play it like it is!)
Hully, hully gully

Well, there's a dance spreadin' (*laugh*) round from coast to coast
Hully, hully gully
Well, when me and my baby do it, that's how we do it the most
Hully, hully gully

Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully, too

Well, I went to a party now and what did they do?
Hully, hully gully
Well now everybody's doing it on their way too
Hully, hully gully

Everybody's lookin' like they got the shakes
Hully, hully gully
You just wiggle your shoulders, man, that's all it takes
Hully, hully gully

Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully, too

(Let's tear 'em down!)

Hully, hully gully
Do it with your left shoulder
Hully, hully gully
Do it with your other shoulder, now
Hully, hully gully
Switch your blades
Hully, hully gully

Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully too

(How about "Me and My Girl"?)

Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
You can hully gully too

(*Loud slap*)
(Whoa!)
(That's all [...])
(What do you know?)
(Before we bring on the star of our show this evening...)
(What else do you know?)
(Uh, he knows...)
(What?)

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Writer: CLIFF GOLDSMITH, FRED SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © ARVEE MUSIC COMPANY






I Should Have Known Better

(Just groovy.)
(Beatle?)
(What is it, what is it?)
(No--hey, faster.)
(It's Paul. Paul is the [...].)
([...])
(Who?)
(Paul!)

I should have known better with a girl like you
That I would love everything that you do
And I do, hey hey hey, and I do

(Faster!)

Woah-oh I should have realized what a kiss could be
That this could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see...

That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, oo oo oo oo
Bow bow bow
And when I ask you to be mi-i-i-ine
You're gonna say you love me too
You love me too
(Harmonics!)
You love me too
You love me too

(Great. Now, "Tell Me Why." How does that go? That's my favorite Beatles song.)
(One more time. Tell me why.)
(Who knows.)
(Hey, 7Up! I want some 7Up.)
(Hey, I got some.)
(Over here, I want some ice cubes!)

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Writer: John Winston Lennon, Paul James Mccartney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Tell Me Why

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

Well I gave you everything I had
But you left me sittin' on my own
Did you have to treat me oh so bad?
All I do is hang my head and moan

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

If there's something I have said or done
Tell me what and I'll apologize
If you don't, I really can't go on
Holding back these tears in my eyes

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

(Hey!)

Well I'm begging on my bended knees
If you'll only listen to my pleas
If there's anything I can do
'Cos I really can't stand it, I'm so in love with you
Ohhhhhh!

(Is that all? I thought there [...].)
(There was.)
(You did very well.)
(Brian...)
("Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow?")
(Right.)
(Papa papa papa.)
(Where's an E?)
(I forget [...]. Brian, you [...] before?)
(Ah, Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow.)
(Is there an E there?)
(Ah, Papa...)
(Ten more minutes, Brian.)
(Papa. Mama. Ah, ah. Is that it?)

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Writer: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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)
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Writer: AL FRAZIER, ALFRED FRAZIER, JOHN HARRIS, TURNER, CARL WHITE, JR. WILSON, TURNER WILSON JR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Mountain Of Love

(Downbeat, Denny. Denny. Downbeat!)
(*Laughter*)
(What?)
(Get out of here!)

(Oh, man!)
(Oh, rock out!)

Standin' on a mountain lookin' down on a city
The way I feel is a doggone pity
Teardrops fallin' down the mountainside
Many times I've been here, many times I've cried
We used to be so happy when we were in love
High on a mountain of love

Night after night I'm a-standin' here alone
Weepin' out my heart (*laugh*) till the cold grey dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
(Oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High on a mountain of love

The mountain of love, the mountain of love
You should be ashamed
You used to be a mountain of love
But you just changed your name

Way down below there's a half a million people
Somewhere there's a church with a big tall steeple
Inside the church, there's an altar filled with flowers
Wedding bells are ringin' and they should've been ours
That's why I'm so handy, my dream is gone above
High on a mountain of love

([...])
(Keep playin' it like it is!)
([...])

High on a mountain of love

The mountain of love, the mountain of love
You should be ashamed
You used to be a mountain of love
But you just changed your name

Way down below there's a half a million people
Somewhere there's a church with a big tall steeple
Inside the church, there's an altar filled with flowers
Wedding bells are ringin' and they should've been ours
That's why I'm so lonely, my dream is gone above
High on a mountain of love
High on a mountain of love
High on a mountain of love
High on a mountain of love

(What, honey?)
High on a mountain of love.
(Hahahaha.)
Ooh baby...
(That's good.)
...one more time. Oooh baby. Oooooo.
(That's a good voice.)

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Writer: LAURA MARTIN, VENITA DEL RIO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Youve Got To Hide Your Love Away

(All right.)
Here I stand...
(There you go.)
...head in hand...
(Denny!)
...Hide your tears...
(Let him sing it.)
(Oh!)
(He knows it better than I do.)

Ooom pom pom
(King Arthur!)
Here I stand, head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she's gone I can't go on
Feeling two foot small
(Shhhhhhhhh!)
(This is great!)

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

(Go!)
Hey! (*Laughter*) You've got to hide your love away
Hey! (*Laughter*) You've got to hide your love away
(Hey hey.)

How can I even try?
I can never win
Hear them, see them
In the state I'm in
(Be quiet.)

How could she say to me
"Love will find a way"
Gather round, all you clowns
Let me hear you say

(Hey!)
(*Laughter*)
Hey, you've got to hide your love away
Hey, you've got to hide your love away

Do do doooo do-do-do
Doo bum bum do do
Do do dooo do
Dooo do-do-do
Do do do-do do do doooooo

(Wow, that was good.)
(Wow, that's great!)
(That was really good.)
Hey! Somebody hid my teeth away
(Just call that number...)
Hey! Somebody hid my teeth away
(Everly Brothers.)
(Hey!)
(What's the best Everly Brothers song? Besides, ah...)
(Go.)
("Bird Dog.")
(Who's gonna fool with it?)
(You're gonna fool with it. You and me.)
(You shouldn't fool with an Everly Brothers song--you should do it right.)
(Just like we fooled with "Wake Up Little Susie.")
(No, ah, "Devoted To You.")
("Devoted To You." Well, Carl, do you know the guitar part?)
(Yeah.)
(You must know the guitar part.)
(Here, I've got it right here.)
(He's gotta go check the [...] now.)
(*Lots of chatter and laughter*)
(That's it!)
(How are you gonna sing a slow song like that one if nobody will shut up?)
(Hey, be quiet will ya?)
(Just die your hair bright red.)
(Hey, shh, just be quiet and let us sing it.)
(Just shut up for a little while because Brian and I are gonna sing it.)
(If you don't know it, then shut up and go home!)
(Yes! *Laugh*)
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Writer: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Devoted To You

Darlin', you can count on me
Til the sun dries up the sea
([...])
Until then, I'll always be
Devoted to you

I'll be yours through endless time
I'll adore your charms sublime
Guess by now you know that I'm
Devoted to you

I'll never hurt you, I'll never lie
I'll never be untrue
I'll never give you reason to cry
I'd be unhappy if you were blue

Through the years, my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It can't die because I'm so
Devoted to you

I'll never hurt you, I'll never lie
I'll never be untrue
I'll never give you reason to cry
I'd be unhappy if you were blue

Through the years, my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It can't die because I'm so
Devoted to you

Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba bom

(That was beautiful.)
(Great.)
(Yay!)
(*Clapping*)
(That was great.)
(Hey, Brian, I [...])

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Writer: BOUDLEAUX BRYANT
Copyright: Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS






Alley Oop

Hey hey hey
Da da da
That's what I say
Da da da

There's a man in the funny papers we all know
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
He lived way back a long time ago
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Well he don't eat nothin' but bearcat stew
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Oh well this cat's name is a-Alley Oop
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop

He's the toughest man there is alive
Alley Oop
Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide
Alley Oop
He's the king of the jungle jive
Look at that caveman go!

He's got a chauffeur that's a genuine dinosaur
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
And he can knuckle your head before you count to four
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
He's got a big ugly club and a headful of hair
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
He's oohhhh eatin' grizzly bear
(*Laughter*)
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Forgot the words!

He's the toughest man there is alive
Alley Oop
Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide
Alley Oop
He's the king of the jungle jive
Look at that caveman go!
(*Scream*)

He rides through the jungle tearin' limbs offa trees
(*Scream*)
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
And knocking great big monsters dead on their knees
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Other cats don't bug him 'cos they know better
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
'Cos he's a mean motor scooter and a bad go-getter
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop

Well, uh, he's the toughest man there is alive
Alley Oop
Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide
Alley Oop
He's a hully gully king of jive
(*Laugh*)
Well look at that caveman go!
(*Scream*)

There he goes
(There he goes.)
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Look at that caveman go
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Ride, daddy, ride
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Heigh-ho, dinosaur
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Oh my goodness, what a big brute he is! Hm!
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Oh, how would you like a dinosaur like that, for your own? Mm!
(*Laughter*)
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop

(G minor. D7.)
(What now? What now?)
(Just give me a minute.)
(Brian, I need a B flat [...]. You know I can't read.)

[Note: I can't distinguish whether Brian and Mike are saying "G," D," or "B," so please correct these if possible.]

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Writer: Dalla Frazier
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






There's No Other (Like My Baby)

There's a story
I want you to know
About my baby
And how I love her so

Oh, oh, there's no other
Like my baby, oh, no, no, no
Oh, there's no other
Don't mean maybe, oh, no, no, no

Walkin' down the street
In a crowd
Lookin' at my baby
Feelin' so proud

Woah, there's no other
Like my baby, oh, no, no, no
Woah, there's no other
Don't mean maybe, oh, no, no, no

While I was dancing
My baby by my side
Whispered to her
Someday she'll be my bride

Woah, there's no other
Like my baby, oh, no, no, no
Oh, there's no other
Don't mean maybe, oh, no, no, no

Cindy

Cindy, oh, not like my baby
Sherry, oh, not like my baby
Wendy, oh, not like my baby
Ooo-eee

Oh, ho, there's no other
Like my baby, oh, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, there's no other
Don't mean maybe, oh, no, no, no
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Writer: LEROY BATES, PHIL SPECTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Medley: I Get Around / Little Deuce Coupe

Round round get around
I get around, yes
(*Laughter* *Clap*)
Get around round round, I get around
I get a--

Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
(Woo!)
I'm a real cool head
Get around round round, I get around
I'm making real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
(Ow!)

I'm getting awfully mad driving down the street
(Ow!)
I just don't want to be bugged sitting next to my sweets
(*Laughter*)
Bom bom bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta

The other guys are pretty tough
So those other gats over there better not get tough

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
(Fake it, come on, Mike! Artistry!)
I'm makin' real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
I get around
Round
Get around, round round
(Rock out, Carl!)

(Anybody...)
(Come on, baby!)
([...])

We always take my car although it's a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady 'cos it wouldn't be Right Guard
To leave their best girls home on a 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 making real good bread
Get around round round, I get around
I get around round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo oooo

Round round get around, I get around
Square
Get around round round, I get a square
Get around round round, I get around
Get around round round, I get around
(Don't stop!)
Get around round round, I get around
Boop boop boop boop
Get around round round, I get around
I get around
(Oh yeah!)

(Oh, that was really bad.)
(Let's do "Little Deuce Coupe" while [...]. Real fast, obviously.)
(I've got it, Brian. Here, Bruce, do your famous [...].)
(Oh.)
(Bom bom.)
(Like this.)
(Hey, do the--)
(Oh--)

Well I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me down
Well, I've got the cutest little piece in town
Well, I'm not braggin', babe, oh yeah

([...] Carl [...])
(We lost it.)

She's my little deuce coupe
(Hey, Carl.)
You don't know what I got
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me, baby

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 I had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly

Hey
My little deuce coupe
You don't know what I--
Little deuce coupe
Yeah
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 (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roar
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing: I got the pink slip daddy
(*Laughter*)
Oh yeah
Da da dom da da dom ba da
(Oh, let's do "Luau"!)
(Talk to me, baby!)

She comes on like a rose, da da dap
(Do the stroll!)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got

(*Laughter*)

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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






The Times They Are A-Changin

Oh, one more time...
(And I didn't want [...].)
(Hey Al, [...].)
(What?)
([...])
(Al's gonna sing a 'test song.)
(Yeah, sing it for us.)
(Sing a what?)
(A 'test song. It was a protest song until you tried it. Now it's a 'test.)
(Do a little protest.)
(I can't hear you, Ally.)
(Yay, I'm gonna give Al a hand.)
(I can't hear you, Al.)
(Yay for Al.)
(Can't hear you, Al.)

Come gather round people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
(Right!) (*Laughter*)
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you'd better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
(Glug.) (Wrong!)
For the times they are a-changin'
(*Laughter*)

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
(Right!) (*Laughter*)
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
(Wrong!)
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
(No!)
'Cos the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
([...], [...])

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
("Eve of Destruction")
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
([...])

([...] put on your shoes.)
([...])
(Wait a second, where's the note? [...])
Bar, Bar, Bar
(Oh shit...)
Bar, Bar, Bar
(Go back to the piano.)
(F sharp, wasn't it?)
(I can't read. *Laugh*)
(Let's go.)
(What note? What--where's the note?)
Ba ba ba, you don't know how to sing, "Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?"
Yes sir, no sir, none, just a little [...]
(Oh, that was cute.)

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Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC






Barbara Ann

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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Writer: FRED FASSERT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC








Beach Boys' Party! is the tenth studio album by the American rock band the Beach Boys, and their third in 1965, consisting mostly of cover songs played with acoustic instruments. It reached No. 6 in the US and No. 3 in the UK. The album spawned one single, a cover of the Regents' "Barbara Ann", which reached No. 2 in the US and No. 3 in the UK, and was their highest-charting British single to that point.

Party! was recorded in a music studio and presented as an impromptu live recording of a party, with informal chatter by friends and family overdubbed later. The record company, Capitol, wanted an album for the holiday season, but as there was no new material ready, several options were considered, including a greatest hits album and a live album, before the band decided on the party theme. The Beach Boys covered songs by the Beatles, several doo-wop groups, Bob Dylan, and the Everly Brothers, as well as two of their own earlier hits performed in a tongue-in-cheek style. While the "beach party" atmospherics fit into the Beach Boys style to that point, the varied musical influences presaged the change of direction that would occur over the next several years beginning with Pet Sounds (1966).

Because of its stripped-down approach, Party! is considered to be the first "unplugged" type album. In 2015, Capitol issued Beach Boys' Party! Uncovered and Unplugged, an 81-track expansion and remix of the album.
Performed By: The Beach Boys
Genre(s): Folk rock
Producer(s): Brian Wilson
Length: 31:10
Released: November 8th, 1965
Year: 1965

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