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Beach Boys Instrumental Hits (The Beach Boys) · Naughty Boys [Naughty Boys Instrumental] (Yellow Magic Orchestra) · Boys Boys Boys (The Chiffons) · Boys Boys Boys (Sabrina) · Best of Sabrina: Boys, Boys, Boys (Sabrina) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · Unsurpassed Masters, Vol. 3 (1963): The Alternate "Surfer Girl" Album (The Beach Boys) · Surfer Girl (The Beach Boys) · Surfer Girl (The Beach Boys) – and 90 other albums »


I loved him everymore? can you make a other song for me I want to hear to
Surfer Girls and Darln' Because I loved to hear your voies ok? can we will
the treasure that was lost one stormy day

I'd rather be your surfer girl
Than have all the riches in the world
And I'd rather lie with you on the beach
Than
BUTTHOLE SURF!! etc.
I was ridin' wave
Around Malibu beach
A guy came up to me
He was lookin' like a leech
He said "Hey, Sonny boy, can I eat you peach?"
I
Nothing ever will compare
But now I skateboard
With my surfer girl
And we really are a pair

When I moved to California
California
California
school hop


With everybody drinking soda pop


I didn't recognize the girl next door


With beat up sneakers and a pony tail



Beach baby beach baby give
the Beach Boys gone  Wiped out by tidal waves
No more surfing on oil kissed beaches  
The earth is changing and rearranging
No one left there meditating
a go-go
Ram-a-lama-ding-dong, surfer billy bing-bong
Nude beach a go-go
Nude beach a go-go
You can tag along, if you're young and strong
Nude beach a go-go
I was at the beach, 
Sitting on the sand 
When I saw this girl 
Dark brown eyes, and a dark olive tan 
She was watching the sets 
With
kicked.


Met a local girl boy she was fine, you rode across the beach. You're just a barney surfer from across the way, to howlies she's out of reach. Met
by the shore in the moonlight.

Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
Help save the youth of America
Help save them from themselves
Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys
And the Californian girls

When the lights go
great music with my band
Songs you dance to and songs of joy
I'm the original beach boy

Everybody's gone surfin' surfin usa

All the songs I used
just metal 
Now I'm going part time 
With a film projectionist 
And she's the vinyl queen 
From my surfer dream 
She likes the beach boys 
More
Toyland, toyland 
little girl and boy land 
when you dwell within it 
you are ever happy there! 

Childhood toyland 
mystical merry toyland
the score
He's straight? no way!
Hangin' around the gay beach all day? !
I've seen that boy around
Bike messenger, works downtown
Helmet on, zoomin' by
Long
Help save the youth of america
Help save them from themselves
Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys
And the californian girls

When the lights go
a-dreamin'
She dreamed them old southern dreams
She was the dreamest girl
The dreamest girl I most ever seen

Now, she dreamed I was kissin' her 
A-down by
The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, 
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was
spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call

Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
by the shore in the moonlight.

Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find
Kids are cruising on the old shoreline
Goodbye-girls killing time
Feel like soldiers we couldn't wait
Running wild, rushing to our fate

* we kept
by the shore in the moonlight.

Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
no

I went wheels up on a runway 
And that ticket was a long way
I'm somewhere on a beach
Sipping something strong
Got a new girl, she got it