Beach Boys : Surfin' Safari

E

Let's go surfing now

D

Everybody's learning how

B7

E

E7

Come on a safari with me

A

D

Early in the morning we'll be starting out

E7

A

Some honeys will be coming along

A

D

We're loading up our woody with the boards inside

E7

A

And heading out singing our song

A

Come on baby, wait and see, yes I'm gonna take you surfing with me

D

Lonesome baby, wait and see, yes

A

I'm gonna take you surfing with me

E

Let's go surfing now

D

Everybody's learning how

B7

E

E7

Come on a safari with me In Huntington and Malibu they're shooting the pier In Rincon, they're walking the nose We're going on safari to the islands this year So if you're coming, get ready to go Come on baby, wait and see... They're angling in Laguna and Cerro Azul They're kicking out in Doheny too I tell you surfing's running wild, it's getting bigger every day From Hawaii to the shores of Peru Come on baby, wait and see...

G

This time each year in our hometown

Em

The county fair comes our way

C

Am

D7

Where the folks gather round to be happy and spend their day (A-here's what happened now)

G

I soon decide that I'd take with me

Em

The most specialest girl I knew

C

Am

D7

I had her pack us a lunch and on down the dirt road we flew

G

D

G

Right then I knew what I had to do Before that day was through I had to win a stuffed doggie or I'd break her poor heart in two (A-let me tell you now) I passed up a chance when I walked by a booth Where you throw a dart and break a balloon I snuck by a couple more, but I had to get caught real soon

G

D

G

I hit the rubber stump just as hard as I could But I didn't make it ring the bell I tried again and again, but I just didn't do so well (Can you believe it now?) Up walked a fella and he tapped me on the shoulder Said, "I can win your girl a prize" So, he flexed all his muscles and he knocked the bell up in the sky

G

Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky

Em

Took my girl and the doggie away

G

Yeah the big strong guy knocked the bell in the sky

Em

Took my girl and the doggie away

A

The first little Indian gave squaw pretty feather

E7

The second little Indian made her an Indian dollar

A

Well the third little Indian gave her moccasin leather

E7

A

The squaw didn't like 'em at all The fourth little Indian took her riding in his big canoe The fifth little Indian took her down the waterfall The sixth little Indian taught the squaw how to woo-woo But the squaw didn't like 'em at all One little, two little, three little Indians Four little, five little, six little Indians Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians Ten little Indian boys The seventh little Indian took her over to his teepee The eighth little Indian tried to give her a love poem The ninth little Indian said "You're my Kemosabe" The squaw didn't like 'em at all

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A

D

E7

The tenth little Indian said it really didn't matter He acted like himself and he didn't look at her The squaw didn't care if he never did a thing 'Cause she loved the tenth Indian boy

E7

A

E7

Loved the tenth Indian boy Loved the tenth Indian boy

E

Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

B

Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

A

Gary likes a girl's tight black pants

E

Larry knows he doesn't stand a chance

A

Carl says hurry up and order it quick

F#m

B

Dave gets out to chase that chick Dennis wonders what's under the hood A big chrome tach and it sounds real good But I go down to the root beer stand And drink up all that I can

E

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug) Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)

A

Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug) (Cold beer, root beer)

B

Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug Brian's still glued to the radio Louie's lookin' out the rear window Guy's got around to orderin' fries But root beer's my best buy Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug) Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug) Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug) (Cold beer, root beer) Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug

A

Root beer, need another mug now

E

Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now

A

F#m

Bm7

E7

Sha da da da da da ooh yeah, you're my Miss America)

A

F#m

Bm7

E7

Sha da da da da da ooh yeah, you're my Miss America)

A

F#m

Bm7

E7

Little girl just in your teens (you're my Miss America)

A

F#m

Bm7

E7

Little girl you're in my dreams (you're my Miss America)

D

E

You're so sweet, you're so fine

D

E

A

Dear won't you be mine, everybody knows it Sha da da da da da ooh yeah, (You're my Miss America) Sha da da da da da ooh yeah, (You're my Miss America)

D

E

D

E

A

Blue eyes, blonde hair, lips like a movie star Little girl with heart of gold (You're my Miss America) Little girl with lips untold (You're my Miss America) You're so sweet, you're so fine Hey, won't you be mine, everybody knows it

G

D

G

She's real fine my 409, she's real fine my 409, my 409

G

Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes

C

G

For I knew there would be a time

D

C

G

When I would buy a brand new 409

G

C

G

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 409, giddy up 409, giddy up 409

D

C

G

Nothing can catch her, nothing can touch my 409, 409 When I take her to the track she really shines She always turns in the fastest times My four speed, dual quad, posi-traction 409 Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 409, giddy up 409, giddy up 409 Nothing can catch her, nothing can touch my 409, 409

D

C

Surfin' is the only life, the only way for me

D

C

G

Now surf, surf with me

G

I got up this mornin' turned on my radio I was checkin' on the surfin' scene to see if I would go

C

And when the DJ tells me that the surfin' is fine

D

That's when I know my baby and I will have a good time

G

We're going surfin', surfin', surfin', surfin'

C

G

Surfin', surfin', surfin', surfin' Surfin' is the only life the only way for me Now surf, surf with me From the early morning to the middle of the night Any time the surf is up the time is right And when the surf is down, to take its place We'll do the Surfer's Stomp, it's the latest dance craze We're going surfin', surfin', surfin', surfin' Surfin', surfin', surfin', surfin' Surfin' is the only life the only way for me Now surf, surf with me Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go But we'll be back here very soon, that you better know Yeah my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax But that won't stop me baby 'cause you know I'm coming back Surfin' is the only life the only way for me Now come on pretty baby and surf with me

A

G

F

E

Every time, we have a fight, we flip a coin to see who's right

A

F#m

Why do we have to gamble just to see who's right?

A

F#m

Why can't we arbitrarily resolve a fight?

D

E

But with your style of gamblin' there's no chance to win

D

E

That's how it is, and that's the way it's always been

F#m

E

F#m

E

A

Heads you win, tails I lose, heads, you win, tails, I lose, bad news If we were playing cards you'd be the one to deal You'd play with loaded dice and fix the roulette wheel You pick 'em at the races like I've never seen And then you make me pay off like a slot machine Heads you win, tails I lose, heads, you win, tails, I lose, bad news

D

Oh well, match me honey (match me honey)

A

Take my money (take my money)

D

B7

E

You know the odds are yours (flip it baby), so flip the coin I'm gonna make some changes with this gamblin' game From now on I'm the dealer and I'll do the same I'll load my dice and stack the deck and fix the odds again So if you want to flip to see who's right I know I'll win Heads you win, tails I lose, heads, you win, tails, I lose, bad news

E

A

B

E

I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler

E

A

B

E

About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar

A

Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date

E

My boss says, "No dice son, you gotta work late"

A

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do

E

A

B

E

But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me, "Son you gotta make some money" If you want to use the car to go ridin' next Sunday Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick "Well you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well I called my congressman and he said "Quote!" "I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

F

Dm

We knew it must have been late, we had no time to wait

Bb

C7

I went to light the fireplace, I planned it all this way, and

F

Dm

I snuggled close to her, her heart began to purr

Bb

C7

I held my breath inside, and then I put my arms around her

Bb

F

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)

Bb

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird)

C7

Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird), cuckoo, cuckoo I put that birdie away, his cuckoo was gone to stay We both apologized so I, forgave that doggone cuckoo I went back to her side, I had to swallow my pride The fire had almost died away, we just got situated Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird) Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird) Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird), cuckoo, cuckoo I took that clock apart, I broke the cuckoo's heart He'll never bother us again, we just forgot about him Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird) Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird) Cuckoo, cuckoo (go away silly bird), cuckoo, cuckoo

C

D

G

Check out the chick with the new dress on

A

Wearin' a shift and it looks real fine

D

They call it a shift and it comes on strong

A

Wearin' a shift and it looks real fine

E

D

When she's got it on, well she can't do no wrong

A

D

Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift You may think a dress can't do very much Wearin' a shift really turns me on With the slit up the side, you can't resist that touch Wearin' a shift really turns me on It's tighter than a moo-moo and it's just too much Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift

D

A

Turns me on now, get a shift now, can't go wrong now, go wrong now

D

E

D

Turns me on now, get a shift now, turns me on now, turns me on now Get your girl a shift and she'll look real fine Wearin' a shift and it's just too much It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind Wearin' a shift and it's just too much She'll ball it with her shift on and we'll have a good time Wearin' a shift, wearin' a shift

Solo

Turns me on now, get a shift now, turns me on now, get a shift now Turns me on now, get a shift now, turns me on now, get a shift now

Beach Boys : Surfin' Safari
1962

Surfin' Safari

County Fair

Ten Little Indians

Chug-A-Lug

Little Girl (You're My Miss America)

409

Surfin'

Heads You Win, Tails I Lose

Summertime Blues

Cuckoo Clock

The Shift

Beach Boys : Surfin' Safari 1962