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Barbara Ann – The Beach Boys

About the Song

In the realm of pop music, few bands have captured the essence of summertime fun and youthful exuberance quite like The Beach Boys. Their sun-kissed harmonies, infectious melodies, and carefree lyrics have defined the sound of California beach culture for generations. Among their extensive discography, one song stands out as a quintessential embodiment of their beach party spirit: “Barbara Ann.”

Released in 1965 as part of the live album Beach Boys’ Party!, “Barbara Ann” quickly became a smash hit, reaching number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and topping the charts in Norway. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its infectious energy, catchy call-and-response chorus, and the sheer joy it exudes.

The song’s origins can be traced back to 1961, when a group called The Regents released their own version titled “Barbara-Ann.” The Beach Boys, inspired by the Regents’ success, decided to put their own spin on the song, incorporating elements of surf rock and doo-wop into their rendition.

The result was a song that perfectly captured the carefree spirit of the era. With its driving beat, exuberant vocals, and playful lyrics, “Barbara Ann” became an instant party anthem, soundtracking countless beach gatherings, sock hops, and teenage romances.

The song’s enduring appeal lies in its ability to transport listeners back to a simpler time, when summer days seemed endless and the only worries were the next wave or the next dance partner. It’s a song that evokes memories of warm sand, crashing waves, and the carefree laughter of youth.

“Barbara Ann” has been covered by numerous artists over the years, but The Beach Boys’ version remains the definitive one. It’s a song that has stood the test of time, continuing to be enjoyed by generations of listeners. Whenever the first chords of “Barbara Ann” ring out, it’s impossible not to get swept up in its infectious energy and feel the urge to move your feet.

So, the next time you find yourself at a beach party, or even just reminiscing about the good old days, crank up “Barbara Ann” and let the Beach Boys transport you back to a time of summer fun, carefree living, and the irresistible rhythm of rock and roll.60 Years of Harmony: The Beach Boys on The Ed Sullivan Show

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Lyrics: Barbara Ann

Wasn’t it? (That’s right) I can’t harmony (Ah, bar, bar)
What? No (Let’s go), once was enough
Bar, bar, you don’t know how to sing
Baa (Baa), baa (Baa), black sheep, have you any wool?
(Yes sir) I’m gon’ sing this just a little more (Now)
Ooh, aw, that was cuteA bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Take my hand, Barbara Ann (Ah, bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara AnnWent to a dance, looking for romance
Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I’d take a chance
On Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
You take my hand (Bar, bar, bar, bar, take my hand)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’ (Ho-oh), rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, bar, (C’mon, black sheep)
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, barA bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Take my hand (Ah, bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara AnnLet’s go now, ow! Baby, take it out, let’s see
Take it in, Carl
Hal, and his famous ashtray!
Get out of her, man (You’re a big dude)
You smell like Rocky, you’re always scratchin’ it
Hey, come on!
Scratch it, Carl, scratch it, baby, right over there
Ah, down a little lower, down a little lower!
Saw—, tried—Tried Peggy Sue, tried Peggy Lou
Tried Mary Lou, but I knew she wouldn’t do
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Take, Barbara Ann (Bar, bar), woo (Take my hand)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara AnnBarbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Take my hand (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
Well, Barbara Ann (Bar, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann

Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann (Oh)
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann (Oh, yeah)
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann

You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
(Ah, I don’t know) Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Let’s try that again one more—
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Oh, that was fun (I think it’s great)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’, rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann, bar, bar, bar, Barbara Ann
Let’s try it once more (One more time, baby)
With more artistic flavor (One more time)
You got me rockin’ and a-rollin’ (Reelin’), and rockin’ and
Oh, Barbara Ann, whoa
You got me rockin’ (Rockin’), you got me rollin’
(Oh, my) Barbara Ann
(Thank you very much!)
(Thanks, Dean) (Heavy)
That’s not bad

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