Gary Lewis And The Playboys – Count Me In (Vinyl) - Discogs

About the Song

In the vibrant world of 1960s pop, few bands captured the youthful energy and infectious melodies quite like Gary Lewis & The Playboys. Their 1965 hit, “Count Me In,” stands as a prime example, pulsating with a driving beat and an irresistible invitation to join the fun.

Gary Lewis & The Playboys, led by the energetic frontman Gary Lewis (son of legendary comedian Jerry Lewis), weren’t your typical rock and roll band. Their sound leaned heavily towards a pop-oriented style, incorporating elements of surf rock and garage rock. “Count Me In” perfectly exemplifies this approach, offering a blend of catchy hooks and a youthful exuberance that resonated with teenagers at the time.

The song explodes from the speakers with a burst of jangly guitars and a pounding drumbeat that instantly grabs your attention. Gary Lewis’s charismatic vocals take center stage, brimming with enthusiasm as he extends the titular invitation: “Count me in, I wanna be with you.” The lyrics, penned by Glen Hardin, paint a picture of a young man eager to be part of the action, whether it’s a party, a trip to the beach, or simply spending time with a special someone. It’s a sentiment that anyone who’s ever felt the thrill of youthful possibility can relate to.

“Count Me In” isn’t just about the lyrics; it’s a meticulously crafted piece of pop music. The interplay between the guitars, drums, and the occasional blast of organ creates a dynamic soundscape that’s both simple and effective. The song’s structure is a classic verse-chorus format, but it’s delivered with such infectious energy that it keeps the listener engaged from start to finish.

The song’s success was undeniable. It reached number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, trailing only Herman’s Hermits’ “Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter.” “Count Me In” became a staple on radio stations across America, cementing Gary Lewis & The Playboys as a household name.

More than a song, “Count Me In” is a sonic snapshot of a bygone era, a time when pop music thrived on catchy melodies and unbridled enthusiasm. It’s a song that evokes feelings of carefree joy and youthful camaraderie, reminding us of the simple pleasure of being part of something bigger than ourselves. Even today, its infectious energy continues to capture the hearts of listeners across generations, making you want to jump up and shout, “Count me in!”Gary Lewis & the Playboys - Wikipedia

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Lyrics: Count Me In

If you need someone to count on
Count me in
Someone you can rely on
Through thick and thinWhen you start to count
The ones that you might ever doubt
If you think of counting me
Count me outWhen you count the ones that want you
Count me, too
And if I’m not first on your list
Count me blueJust be sure you count on me
And when the countings through
Count me madly in love with you

If you need someone to count on
When you’re down
And all your other friends you’ve lost
Count me found

Just be sure you count on me
When you’re down and out
Count me in through thick and thin
Or it don’t count

When you count the ones that want you
Count me, too
And if I’m not first on your list
Count me blue

Just be sure you count on me
And when the countings through
Count me madly in love with you

 

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