Beach Boys Medley [up-tempo version] Lyrics by Beach Boys

I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

(Oom bop bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's givin' me excitations
Good, good, good, good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's givin' me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
Good, good, good, good vibrations, ahhhh

Help me, Rhonda
Help, help me, Rhonda
Help me, Rhonda (help me, Rhonda)
Help, help me, Rhonda (bow bow bow bow bow)
Help me, Rhonda
Help, help me, Rhonda
Help me, Rhonda (help me, Rhonda)
Help, help me, Rhonda (bow bow bow bow bow)
Help me, Rhonda
Help, help me, Rhonda
Help me, Rhonda (Rhonda)
Help, help me, Rhonda (bow bow bow bow)
Help me, Rhonda, yeah
Get her outta my heart

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)
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 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
Ahh ooo ooo
I get around

Well, I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down (Deuce Coupe)
But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town (Deuce Coupe)
When somethin' comes up to me, he don't even try (Deuce Coupe)
'Cause if it had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly

She's my little Deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
(Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I got)

First gear (Honda, Honda), it's all right (faster, faster)
Second gear (little Honda, Honda), a-lean right (faster, faster)
Third gear (Honda, Honda), hang on tight (faster, faster)
Faster
It's all right

It's not a big motorcycle
Just a groovy little motorbike
It's more fun that a barrel of monkeys
That two-wheel bike
We'll ride on out of the town
To any place I know you like

Go to Hawaii, Hawaii
(Hawaii, Hawaii)
Go to Hawaii
(Hawaii, Hawaii)
Oh, do you want to come along with me?
(Honolulu, Waikiki)
(Do you want to come along with me?)

She's real fine, my 409
She's real fine, my 409
My 4-0-9

Well, I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes (giddy up, giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time (giddy up, giddy up 409)
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409, 409

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')
Yeah
(All right!)

At a weekend dance, we like to show up last
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it up when it's fast

I love to dance (dance, dance, dance, now the beat's really hot)
Right on the spot (dance, dance, dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot (dance, dance, dance, now the beat's really hot)
(Dance), dance, (dance), dance, (dance), dance, yeah

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 413 (oooo, rev it up now)
A-revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean (oooo, rev it up now)
Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy, gonna shut you down

Come on (surf surf) baby, wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna (surf surf) take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me
Come on along (surf surf) babe, wait, wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes, I'm gonna (surf surf) take you surfin' (surfin' safari) with me
Let's go surfin' now
Everybody's learnin' how
Come on a safari with me

Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann (oh ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Ta-ake my hand (ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Barbara Ann (oh ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann
(Ba ba, ba Barbara Ann)
Let's go
Oww

If everybody had an ocean (ooo)
Across the U.S.A. (ooo)
Then everybody'd be surfin' (ooo)
Like Californi-a (ooo)
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies (ooo)
Huarachi sandals too (ooo)
A bushy, bushy blonde hairdo (ooo)
Surfin' U.S.A. (ooo)

Well, she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blastin'
Goes cruisin' just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun, fun, fun
'Til her daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)

Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo, ah ahh
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo, ah ahh
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo, ah ahh
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee ooo-weeoo
(Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
Ooo-wee
(Fun, fun, fun)

(Various composers: Brian Wilson, Mike Love, Roger Christian, Gary Usher, Carl Wilson, Fred Fassert & Chuck Berry)

[Thanks to lpintek72 for adding these lyrics]