Night time on the city
Baby feels the beat
Slick and sexy angel of the street
The queen of all the night birds watch her when she walks
She don’t say nothing but
Baby makes her blue jeans talk
Money talks
But it don’t sing and dance
And it don’t walk
Long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty-eyed, pirate smile
You’ll marry a music man
I got a freaky old lady named a Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor old gray-haired daddy
Driving my limousine
We used to ride, baby
Ride around in limousines
We looked so fine, baby
You in white and me in green
Drinking and dancing
All inside our crazy dream
Well, now look at your face now, baby
Look at you and look at me
But every song’s like
Gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room
We don’t care
We’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody’s like
Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don’t care
We aren’t caught up in your love affair
Torture is the main attraction
I don’t need that kind of action
You don’t have to dance for me
I’ve seen your dance before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
Dance, dance dance when you hear that beat
Dance, dance dance get up off of your seat
Dance, dance dance let your back bone slip
Let’s go to the place on the Sunset Strip
Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
Oh, baby come on, let me take you where the action is.
It’s so neat to meet ya baby where the action is.
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I love to dance (Dance dance dance now the beat’s really hot)
Right on the spot (Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat’s really hot (Dance dance dance now the beat’s really hot)
Dance (dance)
Dance (dance)
Dance (dance)
Yeah!
Dance Dance Dance – The Beach Boys
-“BB”-
My grandpa, he’s 95
And he keeps on dancin’
He’s still alive
My grandma, she’s 92
She loves to dance
And sing some, too
I don’t know
But I’ve been told
If you keep on dancing
You’ll never grow old
Come on darling
Put a pretty dress on
We’re gonna go out tonight
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin’ her friends she gonna be a star
I don’t know, but I been told
A big-legged woman ain’t got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh your feet’s too big
Don’t wantcha 'cause ya feet’s too big
Mad at you 'cause your feet’s too big
I hate you 'cause your feet’s too big
Well, I want a girl who’s built real fat
Kenny don’t like to see 'em like that
But I like to see 'em big and tall
The bigger they come the harder they fall
It ain’t the meat it’s the motion
That makes your daddy wanna rock
It ain’t the meat it’s the motion
It’s the movement it isn’t the stock
I don’t want a skinny woman
I don’t want a skinny woman
Her meat don’t shake
Meat don’t shake
Meat
Lord knows I love that woman
Lord knows I love that woman
Love her to the bone
I love her to the bone
Love
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
For your information, Bertha had three sisters
Betty Butt, Bella Butt, and Bathsheba Butt
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Fat cat came to play, now you can’t run fast enough
You’d best stay away when the pushers come to shove
Zoot Suit Riot (riot!)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot Suit Riot (riot!)
A-pull a comb through your coal-black hair
July the second, it was nineteen sixty-three
I was servin’ time for armed robbery
Four o’clock in the mornin’, I was layin’ back in my cell
I heard the whistle blow then I heard somebody yell
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
There’s a riot goin’ on
Down in cell block number 9