The Cramps - Surfin' Bird Lyrics
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Surfin' Bird
Surfin' Bird Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Surfin' Bird By The Cramps?
A-well-a ev'rybody's heard about the bird bird bird bird
B-bird's the word oh well-a bird bird bird Bird is a word oh well-a bird bird bird Well-a bird is the word oh well-a bird bird bird B-bird's the word a-well-a bird bird Well-a bird is a word a-well-a bird bird B-bird's a-well-a bird bird bird B-bird's a word a-well-a bird bird bird Well-a bird is a word a-well-a bird bird B-bird's the word now well-a Don't you know 'bout the bird Well ev'rybody knows that the bird is a word Oh well-a bird bird b-birds oh word well! A-well-a ev'rybody dance about the bird bird bird bird B-bird's the word oh well-a bird bird bird B-bird's the word a-well-a bird bird bird B-birds the word now when a bird bird B-birds a word now when -a bird bird bird B-bird's a word now well-a bird bird bird B-bird's the word oh well-a bird bird bird B-bird's the word a-well-a bird bird bird B-bird's the word a-well-a don't you know 'bout the bird Well ev'rybody's talkin' a-bout the bird a-well-a bird bird B-birds the word well papa com-a mau ma-papa Com-a ma mau papa com-a mau mau Papa com-a mau mau well-a don't you know 'bout the bird Well ev'rybody know that the bird is a word a-well-a bird bird |
Who Wrote Surfin' Bird By The Cramps?
John Harris, Turner Wilson Jr, Alfred Frazier, Carl White
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What's The Duration Of The Surfin' Bird By The Cramps?The duration of Surfin' Bird is 5:08 minutes and seconds. |
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