by Jan feat. Dean on album Jan & Dean Take Linda Surfin'

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Telling me just what a fool I've been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again The only girl I care about has gone away Lookin

by Jan feat. Dean on album Jan & Dean - 20 Rock'n'Roll Hits

by Jan feat. Dean on album Jan & Dean Take Linda Surfin'

by Jan feat. Dean on album Jan & Dean Take Linda Surfin'

by Jan feat. Dean on album Jan & Dean - 20 Rock'n'Roll Hits

I'd like to thank the guy Who wrote the song That made my baby Fall in love with me Who put the bomp In the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Who put the ram In the rama lama ding dong? Who put the bop In the

by Jan feat. Dean on album Jukebox Hits of 1965, Volume 3

Freeway flyer Gotta make his quite a day The fastest cars around, there ain't no doubt Are those big black and white jobs that really move out On the Hollywood Freeway flyin' past Writin' up hot shoe

by Jan feat. Dean on album Drag City

My phys ed teacher's got me working too hard Relax after school sitting out in the yard Just me and my baby, I'm holding her hand And then pop ding a ling, here comes that popsicle man Orange, lemon,

by Jan feat. Dean on album Ride the Wild Surf & The Little Old Lady From Pasadena

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 &

by Jan feat. Dean on album Ride the Wild Surf & The Little Old Lady From Pasadena

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

Weve 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 It so plain to see that you're playin a game CHORUS You really

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

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

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

Freeway flyer Gotta make his quite a day The fastest cars around, there ain't no doubt Are those big black and white jobs that really move out On the Hollywood Freeway flyin' past Writin' up hot shoe

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

Boppa do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, oo I got it bad for the new girl in school, The guys are flippin but I'm playin it cool. Everybodys passin notes in class, They really dig

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

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 &

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

My phys ed teacher's got me working too hard Relax after school sitting out in the yard Just me and my baby, I'm holding her hand And then pop ding a ling, here comes that popsicle man Orange, lemon,

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

Ooh we ooh, tra la la la la Ooh we ooh, tra la la la la Ooh we ooh, tra la la la la Someday you'll go walkin' by With another guy I'll try not to cry (Ooh we ooh, tra la la la la) You'll be all dres

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

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 resis

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

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

by Jan feat. Dean on album Surf City (The Best of Jan and Dean)

Sweeter than the birds that go in the trees That's what she meant to me Sweeter than the wine and she looked so fine When she met me in Tennessee I felt so grand when she took my hand And said, 'Come