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The Osmonds – Double Lovin’

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About the Song

Released in 1971, “Double Lovin’” by The Osmonds is a quintessential feel-good track that captures the infectious charm and harmonious appeal of this iconic family band. As the lead single from their album Homemade, the song became a Top 40 hit, climbing to #14 on the Billboard Hot 100 and further cementing The Osmonds’ place as one of the era’s most beloved musical acts. With its smooth groove, catchy melody, and playful lyrics, “Double Lovin’” is a delightful slice of early ’70s pop-soul, brimming with youthful energy and romantic optimism.

From the very start, “Double Lovin’” draws listeners in with its upbeat rhythm and infectious hook. The track features a polished blend of pop, R&B, and a touch of funk, showcasing The Osmonds’ versatility as they explored different genres beyond their early bubblegum pop roots. The arrangement is lively yet sophisticated, with a steady beat, a prominent bassline, and a touch of brass that adds a layer of vibrancy to the overall sound.

Vocally, the song is a showcase for the band’s signature harmonies, which are tight, warm, and effortlessly engaging. Merrill Osmond takes the lead with his smooth and confident delivery, perfectly capturing the playful yet sincere tone of the song. The backing harmonies provided by his brothers add richness and texture, creating a sound that’s both dynamic and cohesive.

Lyrically, “Double Lovin’” is a lighthearted ode to romance, celebrating the joy of giving and receiving love in abundance. Lines like “It takes a lot of lovin’ to keep my love a-comin’” reflect the song’s fun and flirty nature, while its catchy refrain makes it impossible not to sing along. The song’s charm lies in its simplicity—it’s unabashedly joyful and easy to connect with, making it a perfect soundtrack for carefree moments.

“Double Lovin’” also marked an important moment in The Osmonds’ career, highlighting their ability to successfully transition into a more mature sound while retaining their trademark charm. The song appealed to both their devoted teenage fanbase and older audiences, thanks to its universal themes and polished production.

Decades later, “Double Lovin’” remains a nostalgic favorite, embodying the optimism and innocence of early 1970s pop. It’s a track that continues to bring smiles to listeners’ faces, reminding us of a time when music was all about having fun and celebrating love. Whether rediscovered on a vintage playlist or played at a family gathering, “Double Lovin’” is a timeless reminder of The Osmonds’ enduring ability to uplift and entertain.American pop group The Osmonds, comprising Alan Osmond, Jay Osmond, Donny Osmond, Wayne Osmond and Merrill Osmond, posed in London, circa 1972.

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Lyrics: Double Lovin’

I’m gonna double your lovin’, double your fun
You get two for the price of oneIt took me a long time to find a good woman
One that would be true
That’s why I’m gonna double
What it takes baby to hold on to youI’m gonna make my lovin’ twice
As good as it was before
I’m gonna love you so good
You’ll be begging and crying for moreDouble, double lovin’, is what I’m gonna give to you
And you’re gonna receive double pleasure every time I doDouble, double lovin’ makes
You feel so good inside
And when I double up on my lovin’
You’re gonna be satisfied

I’m gonna double up on my huggin’
And my kissin’ too
And I got a double stroke of lovin’
I’ve been dying to use on you

Don’t be afraid to give me your love
‘Cause I won’t hurt you
You make the first step baby
And the rest I can easily do

I’m gonna double your lovin’, double your fun
You get two for the price of one
I’m gonna double your lovin’, double your fun
You get two for the price of one

 

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