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Time: 3:16 Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson (uncredited lyricist) Let's hear it Look who came to sing Louder Are you ready for em? Well let 'em know you're welcoming them come on They can't hear you Let's introduce 'em now the fabulous Beach Boys We had a song out We had a song out last summer that number one Six or seven weeks in a row here in Sacramento Now that's good And it goes like this If ev'rybody had an ocean across the U.S.A., Then ev'rybody'd be surfin' like Californ-I-A. You'd see 'em wearin' their baggies. Huarachi sandals, too. A bushy bushy blonde hairdo. Surfin' U.S.A. You'll catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar. Ventura County Line. Santa Cruz and Trestles. Australia's Narabine. All over Manhattan, and down Doheny way. Ev'rybody's gone surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A. Songtexte 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 safari to stay. Tell the teacher we're surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A. At Haggarty's and Swami's. Pacific Palisades. San Onofre and Sunset. Redondo Beach, L.A. All over La Jolla, and Waimea Bay. Ev'rybody's gone surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A Aus Songtexte Mania