Jan & Dean - Surfin' U.S.A. Lyrics
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Surfin' U.S.A.
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What Are The Lyrics For Surfin' U.S.A. By Jan & Dean?
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californ-i-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo Surfin' U.S.A. You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar (Inside outside U.S.A.) Ventura County line (Inside outside U.S.A.) Santa Cruz and Trestles (Inside outside U.S.A.) Australia's Narrabeen (Inside outside U.S.A.) All over Manhattan (Inside outside U.S.A.) And down Doheny way (Inside outside) Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. We'll all be planning out a route We're gonna take real soon We're waxing down our surfboards We can't wait for June We'll all be gone for the summer We're on surf-ari to stay Tell the teacher we're surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. Haggerty's and Swami's (Inside outside U.S.A) Pacific Palisades (Inside outside U.S.A) San Onofre and Sunset (Inside outside U.S.A) Redondo Beach L.A. (Inside outside U.S.A.) All over La Jolla (Inside outside U.S.A.) At Waimea Bay (Inside outside) Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin U.S.A Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin U.S.A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. Yeah,Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A. |
Who Wrote Surfin' U.S.A. By Jan & Dean?
Chuck Berry
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What's The Duration Of The Surfin' U.S.A. By Jan & Dean?The duration of Surfin' U.S.A. is 2:36 minutes and seconds. |
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