If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californ-I-A
You'd see 'em wearin' their baggies
Huarache sandals too
A bushy, bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin' U.S.A.
You'll catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Ventura County line (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Santa Cruz and Trestles (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Australia's Narrabeen (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
All over Manhattan (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
And down Doheny Way (inside, outside)
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
We'll all be plannin' out a route
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxin' 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 Swami's (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Pacific Palisades (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
San Onofre and Sunset (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Redondo Beach L.A. (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
All over La Jolla (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
At Waimea Bay (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
Yeah, everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
Yeah, everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.
The Beach Boys - Surfin' U.S.A. Album Lyrics
The Beach Boys - Surfin' U.S.A. Lyrics
Writer: Chuck Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Farmers Daugher
I could come from miles away
Ain't got (ain't got, ain't got)
No place to stay (place to stay, place to stay)
Glad to (glad to, glad to)
Help you plow your fields (help you plow, help you plow)
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Ain't got (ain't got, ain't got)
No place to stay (place to stay, place to stay)
Glad to (glad to, glad to)
Help you plow your fields (help you plow, help you plow)
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Might be (might be, might be)
Just a couple of days (couple of days, couple of days)
Clean up (clean up, clean up)
Rest and on my way (on my way, on my way)
Thank you (thank you, thank you)
And I'm must obliged (much obliged, much obliged)
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmmm
Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmmm
So long (so long, so long)
Better leave your land (leave your land, leave your land)
Many thanks (many thanks, many thanks)
It was mighty grand (mighty grand, mighty grand)
I do (hope to, hope to)
Hope to see you again (see you again see you again)
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Oh oh
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Oh oh
Farmer's daughter (farmer's daughter, farmer's daughter)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lonely Sea
The lonely sea
The lonely sea
It never stops
For you or me
It moves along
From day to day
The lonely sea
It never stops
For you or me
It moves along
From day to day
That's why my love (oooo-oooo-oooo)
That's why my love (oooo-oooo-oooo)
You'll never stay (oooo-oooo-oooo)
You'll never stay (oooo-oooo-oooo)
(Ooooooo)
This pain in my heart (ooooooooo)
These tears in my eyes (ooooooooo)
Please tell the truth (ooooooooo)
You're like the lonely sea (sea)
Sea (sea)
The lonely sea (sea)
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
Lonely sea
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
Lonely sea
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
(Lonely sea lonely sea)
Lonely sea
Writer: BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON, GARY L. USHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Shut Down
Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Buddy gonna shut you down
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
(Oooo rev it up now)
Two cool shorts standin' side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
(Oooo rev it up now)
Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
(Oooo movin' out now)
At the count of one we both accelerate
(Oooo movin' out now)
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
(Oooo movin' out now)
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in
(Oooo movin' out now)
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dart is windin' out in low
But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
(Oooo pump it up now)
And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink
(Oooo pump it up now)
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
(Oooo pump it up now)
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood
(Oooo pump it up now)
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Writer: ROGER VAL CHRISTIAN, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Noble Surfer
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
The surfers call him "Noble"
And that's just what he is
He's dedicated to the mighty sea
Surfin' night and day
Never twice in one spot
He's somethin' you and I would like to be
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
He's not afraid of body whop
From ten feet or more
He never backs away from a swell
Hurachis on his feet
Bushy hair on his head
And where he's going he'd never tell
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
A surfin' Cassanova
With his customized board
A Woody and his dirty white jeans
He takes his choice of honeys
Up and down the coast
The finest surfer yet to make the scene
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Surfer (ain't joshin')
He's the number one man (he's movin')
Noble (he's movin')
Noble (ain't joshin')
Writer: BRIAN WILSON, MIKE LOVE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lana
Lana Lana oh Lana dear
Please come along with me
Please come along with me
We'll go (Lana dear) we'll go (Lana dear)
So far away (Lana dear) (Lana dear)
So happy (Lana dear) we will be (Lana dear)
I'll show (come with me) I'll show (come with me)
You another world (come with me) (come with me)
Alone (come with me) with silver (come with me) and gold (Lana dear)
(Oooooooooooo)
(Oooooooooooo-ooooo)
Don't dear (Lana dear) please don't (Lana dear)
Don't be afraid (Lana dear) (Lana dear)
It's heaven (Lana dear) I've been told (Lana dear) (Lana dear)
Lana (come with me) Lana (come with me) Oh Lana dear (come with me)
Please (come with me) come along (come with me) with me (Lana dear)
Lana (Lana dear) Lana (Lana dear) oh Lana dear (Lana dear) (Lana dear)
Please (Lana dear) come along (Lana dear) with me (Lana dear)
Writer: BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Finders Keepers
I kicked out of the surf
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my Woody
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back
My nine five board was gone
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my Woody
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back
My nine five board was gone
She said yeah she said
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(Losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
I saw a Hodaddy
Paddlin' out by the pier
Well he musta got my board
'Cause mine isn't here
But I know how to fix him
I'll just raise that meatball flag
He said yeah he said
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(Losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
He took off on a swell
When he saw the flag
He's just a crazy Hodaddy
Pullin' some kind of gag
He went over the falls
And now my board's
Coming back to me
I said yes I said
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(Losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(Finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
That'll teach him to mess with my board
Next pass next time . . .
Writer: BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON, MIKE E. LOVE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Surfin' U.S.A. is the second studio album by the American rock band the Beach Boys, released March 25, 1963 on Capitol Records. It reached number 2 in the US during a chart stay of 78 weeks, eventually being certified gold by the RIAA, and brought the group newfound national success. It was led by one single, its title track with the B-side "Shut Down". In the UK, the album was released in late 1965 and reached number 17.
The majority of the album's recording commenced in the first week of 1963, three months after the release of Surfin' Safari. Like the group's debut album, production was credited ostensibly to Capitol's representative for Artists and Repertoire, Nick Venet, although bandleader Brian Wilson was heavily involved in the album's composition. The album marks the beginning of his practice to doubletrack vocals, resulting in a fuller sound.
Performed By:
The Beach BoysThe majority of the album's recording commenced in the first week of 1963, three months after the release of Surfin' Safari. Like the group's debut album, production was credited ostensibly to Capitol's representative for Artists and Repertoire, Nick Venet, although bandleader Brian Wilson was heavily involved in the album's composition. The album marks the beginning of his practice to doubletrack vocals, resulting in a fuller sound.
Genre(s): Surf rock
Producer(s): Nick Venet
Released: March 25th, 1963
Year: 1963