(intro, Dion version only):
I'm through with my old love
I loved her through & through
I'm searching for a new love
Can that new love be you?
Bop-p-p-bop bop dip-d-dip-d-dip dip (Jan & Dean version only)
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
I want a Sunday kind of love
Bop-p-p-bop bop dip-d-dip-d-dip dip
I want a love that's honest square
Can't seem to find somebody to care
I'm on a lonely road that leads me nowhere
I want a Sunday kind of love
Bridge:
I do my Sunday dreamin' & all my Sunday schemin'
Every minute, every hour, every day
I'm hopin' to discover a certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way
My arms need someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays are cold
A love for all my life to have & to hold
I want a Sunday kind of love
Bop-p-p-bop bop bop-p-bop-p-bop bop
(instrumental)
(repeat bridge & last verse)
("Bop-bop-bop" scat singing, 13 measures)
Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees
That's what she meant to me
Sweeter than the wine & she looked so fine
When she met me in Tennessee
I felt so grand when she took my hand
& said "Come go with me"
Held me tight on a moonlit night
Someplace in Tennessee
("Bop-bop-bop" scat singing, 4 measures)
(sax solo)
("Bop-bop-bop" scat singing, 8 measures)
(repeat verse, except 4th line is "When I met her...")
("Bop-bop-bop" scat singing, 4 measures)
(sax solo)
("Bop-bop-bop" scat singing, 4 measures)
Fiddle Around
(Larry Kusik/Clint Ballard, Jr.)
Wo wo wo fiddle around, fiddle around
They would fiddle around & around, all over the town
Do you remember Judy?
Her eyes were big & blue
Her kisses were so tender & warm
But her heart was so untrue
She used to fiddle around, fiddle around
She would fiddle around & around all over the town
Susie, she'd be faithful
Kathy gave me her heart
But they would start a-cheatin' on me
Each time we were apart
Oh they would fiddle around, fiddle around
They would fiddle around & around all over the town
(scat singing)
Well, I've had lots of girlfriends
When all is said & done
Baby, you're the only girl for me
'Cause you're the only one
Who doesn't fiddle around, fiddle around
You don't fiddle around & around all over the town
You don't fiddle around & around all over the town
My Favorite Dream
(Barry Mann/Cynthia Weil)
Each time I call you up, you're always free
You break the dates you've got just to be with me
Gee whiz, that's not the way it is
But that's my favorite dream
You tell me I'm the type you can't resist
Your lips are always there, ready to be kissed
Gee whiz, that's not the way it is
But that's my favorite dream
(x2):
We spend each night together
But you don't even know
'Cause in spite of all my dreams
Somehow it seems
I'd never even dare to say hello
But I believe my dreams may still come true
Someday you're gonna show that you love me too
Gee whiz, that's not the way it is
But that's my favorite dream
Gee whiz, that's not the way it is
But that's my favorite dream
She's My Summer Girl
(Jan Berry/D. Altfield)
(Spoken): 11 bees, 4 wasps, a turtle...11 bees...& a bumblebee
Well I met her at the grad night party this year
(De dum dum dum dum de dum dum dum)
I held her real tight & whispered in her ear
"Come on & be my summer girl"
CHORUS:
She's my summer girl; you know we're havin' fun
She's my summer girl; to me she's #1
I take her out surfin' with all the guys
(De dum dum...)
& man, you oughta see them roll their eyes
At my sweet little summer girl
(chorus)
(Oooooo, de dum dum...
Oooooo, she's my summer girl)
(chorus)
I wonder how it's gonna be when summer's through
(De dum dum...)
I have to quit all the groovy things we do
& forget my summer girl
(chorus x2)
(She's my summer girl, oooooo
She's my summer girl; to me she's #1)
Honolulu Lulu
(Jan Berry/Roger Christian/Spunky)
Queen of the surfer girls
She's got stars in her eyes & knobs on her knees now
Her crazy grass shift really sways in the breeze now
Ridin' down a-heavy you're lyin' in the sand
She's the hippest surfer girl in the land
& she's my Honolulu Lulu
She's my Honolulu Lulu
Queen of the surfer girls
Well, she handles all the big ones every year in Makaha
& all the surfers know her from Rincon to Baja
When the beach is quiet & you know we're out of luck
We pray for surf while making out in our truck
(chorus)
Just me & Honolulu Lulu
Me & Honolulu Lulu
Queen of the surfer girls
(instrumental)
Yeah she's my Honolulu Lulu
Yeah my Honolulu Lulu
Queen of the surfer girls
I tell you once upon a time, you know she got a little bold
When she tried a hula spinner but her wax wouldn't hold
Over the falls 'stead of hangin' 10
But then she'd paddle out & try it again
But she's my Honolulu Lulu
She's my Honolulu Lulu
Queen of the surfer girls
(Ooooo's, fading out)
Someday (You'll Go Walking By)
(Jan Berry/D. Altfield)
Ooo we ooo, tra la la la la (x3)
Someday you'll go walkin' by
With another guy-yi yi
I'll try not to cry
(Ooo we ooo, tra la la la la)
You'll be all dressed up in fancy clothes
They'll see me but no one knows
That I'm cryin' for you
We were so happy together
Till you went & got tired of me
You said you'd love me forever
Yeah, but that's past history
Someday you'll walkin' down the aisle
You'll give me that same old smile
But I'll cry all the while
(Ooo we ooo)
(instrumental)
Ooo we ooo, tra la la la la (x3)
(repeat & fade):
Someday you'll go walkin' by-yi-yi
Popsicle
(Buzz Cason/Bobby Russell)
My physic teachers got me workin' too hard
Relax after school sittin' out in the yard
Just me & my baby, I'm holdin' her hand
Then pop (ding-a-ling) here comes that popsicle man
Orange, lemon, cherry & lime
Fudge, tutti frutti & a grape that's fine
Buy one for me & one for my chick
A lot of good eatin' on a popsicle stick
CHORUS:
Popsicle, popsicle
Wanna keep cool? It does the trick
& it comes on a stick, uh huh
Some people buy popsicles just for kicks
Me & my baby, we save the sticks
To keep brothers & sisters quiet as a mouse
We give them popsicle sticks to build a popsicle house
(chorus)
(instrumental)
So when you hear the bell goin' (ding-a-ling)
That's the popsicle man, & he's the goodie king
Save popsicle wrappers, & before long
You'll take the phonograph to play this record on
(repeat title & fade)
The New Girl In School
(Norman/Jan Berry/Brian Wilson/Roger Christian)
Pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde ooo
I got a fad for the new girl in school
The guys are flippin', but I'm playin' it cool
Everybody's passin' notes in class
They really dig her now, she's such a gas
A pa pa pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde
Do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde ooo, I've got a fad for the
Do ronde ronde ooo
The chicks are jealous of the new girl in school
They put her down & they treat her so cruel
But the guys are goin' out of their minds
She's the finest chick you'll ever find
A pa pa pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde
Do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde ooo, I've got a fad for the
Do ronde ronde ooo
Pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde ooo
(instrumental)
A pa pa pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde
Do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde ooo, I've got a fad for the
Do ronde ronde ooo
It won't belong till we're havin' a ball
We'll walk & talk & we'll hold hands in the hall
Never thought I'd make it through this year
Sure was a drag till she transferred here
(repeat & fade):
A pa pa pa pa do ronde ronde, do ronde ronde, etc.
The Anaheim, Azusa, And Cucamonga Sewing Circle,
Book Review, And Timing Association
(Jan Berry/Roger Christian/D. Altfield)
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review, & Timing Association
They wear organdy dresses & high-button shoes
They read Playboy magazine & Hot-Rod News
There's Patience Proper & Prudence Prim
You oughta see 'em do the spin
CHORUS:
They come from Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga too
Sewing circle & book review
The little old ladies wait in wild anticipation
For the meetings of the double-A-C A-S-S-N
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review,
& Timing Association
They toot around town in their big Grand Prixes
Sittin' in their bucket seats, shootin' the breeze
You know that all week long they put up jammin' preserves
But on the weekend they negotiate curves
(chorus)
The meeting breaks up with a thunderous roar
Then there's a mad mad rush for the big old door
They run to their cars like the start at LeMond's
They make the spin donuts in their lawns
(chorus)
For the Anaheim, Azusa, & Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review,
& Timing Association
(repeat & fade):
Go grannies, go grannies, go grannies go
Sidewalk Surfin'
(Brian Wilson/Roger Christian)
(sound representing skateboard rolling)
Grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me
Don't be afraid to try the greatest sport around
(Bust your buns, bust your buns now)
It's catchin' on in every city & town
You can do the tricks that surfers do
Just try the Wise-a-moto or the Coff-in-2
Why don't you grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me?
You'll prob'ly wipe out when first try to shoot the curl
(Bust your buns, bust your buns, yeah)
Takin' gas & a bush takes a lot of nerve
Just watch for mopeds & pedestrians too
They'll bug you sharp cayabunga now & skate right on through
Why don't you grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me?
(instrumental, with skateboard sound)
Just try the Wise-a-moto or the Coff-in-2
Why don't you grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me?
So get your girl & take your tandem down the street
(Bust your buns, bust your buns now)
& she'll know you're an asphalt athlete
Yo, brave man, now give me a kick
But if the sidewalk's cracked, you'd better pull out quick
Why don't you grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me?
(repeat & fade):
(Skateboard with me, come get your skateboard with me)
Grab your board & go sidewalk surfin' with me
Freeway Flyer
(Jan Berry/Roger Christian/D. Altfield)
Freeway flyer, gotta make his quite a day
The fastest cars around, there ain't no doubt
Are those big black & white jobs that really move out
On the Hollywood Freeway flyin' past
Writin' up hot shoes drivin' too fast
CHORUS:
(Freeway flyer) gonna shut you down now
(Freeway flyer) gonna write you up now
(Freeway flyer) don't even try now
(Freeway flyer) or a ticket come by now
Freeway flyer, gotta make his quite a day
They hide behind the bushes on the side of the road
Waiting for their next writing episode
They sharpen up their pencils & straighten their pad
They can't wait to punch it out to think they're bad
(chorus)
(instrumental, accompanied by blaring siren)
(chorus)
You don't stand a chance no matter what you drive
& when he pulls you over, don't you give him no jive
'Cause Big John Law don't take no lip
Unless you're a chick & you're really hip
(chorus)
Freeway flyer, gotta make his quite a day
(blaring siren & car crash)
You Really Know How To Hurt A Guy
(Jan Berry/Roger Christian/Gibson)
We've been goin' steady now for such a long time
& up until now, everything was just fine
You say you still love me, but it's not the same
I't so plain to see that you're playin' a game
CHORUS:
You really know how to hurt a guy
You really know how to make me cry
You really know how to hurt a guy
But what a mean (or cruel) way to say goodbye
Every time you hurt me, it seems like you planned it
I've talked to your friends, but they don't understand it
Where did I lose it? What did I do wrong?
We can't break it up now; it's lasted so long
(chorus)
If you'd look at me, you'd see tears in my eyes
When we're together & you're lookin' at other guys
The ones that you like are really not your kind
I know their type & what's on their minds
(chorus x3)
I, I found a girl
Anybody can see just by looking at me
That I found a girl
Sun that never shined
Is shinin' tonight; I'm feelin' groovy tonight
'Cause I found a girl
Bridge:
I used to go to parties all alone
But now I can't see how
I lived a life of misery
But things are different now
'Cause I, I found a girl
Who coincidently just happens to be
In love with me
(instrumental)
Stars that never shined
Is shinin' tonight; I'm feelin' groovy tonight
'Cause I found a girl
(repeat bridge)
Batman
(Jan Berry/D. Altfield/F. Wieder)
I don't know who he is behind that mask
But we need him, & we need him now
He's known as Bruce Wayne by day, wealthy socialite
(Gotham City, here they come)
But incognito in dress, he fights crime by night
(Gotham City, here they come)
Yeah it's Batman & Robin, Boy Wonder at his side
Hey now, Riddler, Penguin, Joker, better go & hide (over villainous
laughter)
We need the Batman (Batman)
We need the Batman (Batman)
Criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot
So my disguise must be able
To strike terror into their hearts
Now as the Bat Signal sweeps across the midnight sky
(Gotham City, here they come)
Somewhere in Gotham City it'll find the Batman's eye
(Gotham City, here they come)
There's a crime wave goin' on, but not for very long
'Cause the Batman's gonna teach 'em right from wrong
They call him Batman (Batman)
They call him Batman (Batman)
They just see that strange car (no, why?)
It was shaped like a bat
So when you see the Batmobile quickly pass you by
(Gotham City, here they come)
You know they've heard the Batphone & the Commissioner's cry
(Gotham City, here they come)
Yeah that Dynamic Duo's out to prove crime doesn't pay
& from the Batcave our heroes keep evil at bay
We need the Batman (Batman)
We need the Batman (Batman)
I must be a creature of the night
(Spoken):
Like, terrible! Um...um... (sounds of bat's call & flapping wings)
As if in answer a huge bat flies through the open window!
A bat, that's it, it's an omen; I shall become a bat!
Thus is born this weird figure of the dark, this avenger of evil, the
Batman!
(title x5)
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