Category: 1960s


When I look out my window,
many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
so many different people to be.
That its strange.
So strange.

You got to pick up every stitch.
You got to pick up every stitch.
You got to pick up every stitch.

Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.

When I look over my shoulder,
what do you think I see?
Summer kept lookin’ over his shoulder at me.
And he’s strange,
sure is strange.

You got to pick up every stitch,
you got to pick up every stitch, yeah.
Beatniks are out to make it rich.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.

You got to pick up every stitch,
the rabbits runnin’ in the ditch.
Beatniks are out to make it rich.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch.

When I look out my window,
what do you think I see?
And when I look in my window,
so many different people to be.
Its strange,
sure is strange.

You got to pick up every stitch,
you got to pick up every stitch,
two rabbits runnin’ in the ditch.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.

Artist: Donovan
Album: Sunshine Superman
Release Date: 1966

Doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo

Who is the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway
Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy hauling freight
From Chicago to St Louis Lord I see her every day
A double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get a girl to look at him that way
Like the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway

Well what a girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway
I bet it wouldn’t take her very long to be gone
If someone would pull a dirty trick and take her hot pants away
I slow my Jimmy down to twenty that’s how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway

A doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo

Doggone that girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway
Sleepy headed painter said the girl wasn’t real better get the (kwee) on my way
On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago
You’ll find tiny pieces of my heart scattered every which a way
Shattered by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway

A doo da doo doo doo doo da doo doo doo dee da dee dee doo

Artist: Del Reeves
Album: Del Reeves Sings Girl On The Billboard
Release Date: 1965

Twist yourself further
From the middle of the floor
Throw a little kiss to
The woman next door

Step on the gas
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign and you
Throw back your hair

Think about nothing
Now you’re nice and high
You’re advocating love
But you don’t know why

Now you’re getting vibrations
All down to your feet
That’s the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection beat

Put your hand on your hips
Now you let your backbone slip

Put out your tongue
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign
You just don’t care

Now you feel free
You gotta lose control
All god’s children
Got a little bit of soul

You don’t have to think
You don’t have to move a muscle
To do the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection shuffle

All right
Oh, here we go again
Oh, that’s it
You’re doing it, all right

You think about nothing
Now you’re nice and high
You’re advocating love
But you don’t know why

You’re getting vibrations
All down to your feet
That’s the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection beat

Here we go
Put your hand on your hip
You gotta let your
Backbone slip

Put out your tongue
Put your hand in the air
Make a v-sign like
You just don’t care

Now you feel free
You gotta lose control
All god’s children
Got some soul

You don’t have to think
You don’t have to move a muscle
To do the brow beating
Heavy leather
Resurrection shuffle

You’re doing all right
This is gonna last you
For years and years
And it’s all right

You’re doing all right
Don’t get uptight
Uh huh, yeah
That sounds all right, mmhmm
Do do do do…

Artist: Ashton Gardner And Dyke
Album: Ashton Gardner And Dyke
Release Date: 1969

I don’t care what they say
I won’t stay in a world without love

Please lock me away
And don’t allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love

Birds sing out of tune
And rain clouds hide the moon
I’m OK, here I stay with my loneliness
I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love

So I wait, and in a while
I will see my true love smile
She may come, I know not when
When she does, I’ll lose
So baby until then

Lock me away
And don’t allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love

(Please lock me away)
(And don’t allow the day)
(Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness)
I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love

So I wait, and in a while
I will see my true love smile
She may come, I know not when
When she does, I’ll lose
So baby until then

Lock me away
And don’t allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love

I don’t care what they say, I won’t stay
In a world without love…

Artist: Peter And Gordon
Album: A World Without Love
Release Date: 1964

Popsicles, icicles, baseball and fancy clothes
These are a few of the things he loves
He loves Levis and brown eyes
And wind blowin’ through his hair
These are a part of the boy I love

If you put them all together
Much to your surprise (oh tell me what)
You’ll find a bit of heaven
Right before your eyes

Bright stars and guitars and
Drive-ins on Friday night
These are a few of the things we love

(May be) silly but still he is
Just what I dream about
Yes, he’s the boy that I love

If you put them all together
Much to your surprise (oh tell me what)
You’ll find a bit of heaven
Right before your eyes

Bright stars and guitars and
Drive-ins on Friday night
These are a few of the things we love

(May be) silly but still he is
Just what I dreamed about
Yes, he’s the boy that I love

Popsicles, icicles
Popsicles, icicles, hmmm

Artist: The Murmaids
Album: Popsicles And Icicles
Release Date: 1965

Hey mama, don’t you treat me wrong
Come and love your daddy all night long
All right now, hey hey, all right

See the girl with the diamond ring
She knows how to shake that thing
All right now now now, hey hey, hey hey

Tell your mama, tell your pa
I’m gonna send you back to Arkansas
Oh yes, ma’m, you don’t do right, don’t do right
Aw, play it boy

When you see me in misery
Come on baby, see about me
Now yeah, all right, all right, aw play it, boy

When you see me in misery
Come on baby, see about me
Now yeah, hey hey, all right

See the girl with the red dress on
She can do the Birdland all night long
Yeah yeah, what’d I say, all right

Well, tell me what’d I say, yeah
Tell me what’d I say right now
Tell me what’d I say
Tell me what’d I say right now
Tell me what’d I say
Tell me what’d I say yeah

And I wanna know
Baby I wanna know right now
And-a I wanna know
And I wanna know right now yeah
And-a I wanna know
Said I wanna know yeah

Spoken: Hey, don’t quit now! (c’mon honey)
Naw, I got, I uh-uh-uh, I’m changing (stop! stop! we’ll do it again)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey

Oh one more time (just one more time)
Say it one more time right now (just one more time)
Say it one more time now (just one more time)
Say it one more time yeah (just one more time)
Say it one more time (just one more time)
Say it one more time yeah (just one more time)

Hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey (hey) ho (ho) hey

Ah! Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good now yeah (make me feel so good)
Woah! Baby (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good yeah (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good (make me feel so good)
Make me feel so good yeah (make me feel so good)

Huh (huh) ho (ho) huh (huh) ho (ho) huh (huh) ho (ho) huh

Awh it’s all right (baby it’s all right)
Said that it’s all right right now (baby it’s all right)
Said that it’s all right (baby it’s all right)
Said that it’s all right yeah (baby it’s all right)
Said that it’s all right (baby it’s all right)
Said that it’s all right (baby it’s all right)

Woah! Shake that thing now (baby shake that thing)
Baby shake that thing now now (baby shake that thing)
Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Baby shake that thing right now (baby shake that thing)
Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)
Baby shake that thing (baby shake that thing)

Woah! I feel all right now yeah (make me feel all right)
Said I feel all right now (make me feel all right)
Woooah! (make me feel all right)
Tell you I feel all right (make me feel all right)
Said I feel all right (make me feel all right)
Baby I feel all right (make me feel all right)

Artist: Ray Charles
Album: Do The Twist With Ray Charles!
Release Date: 1961

I like bread and butter,
I like toast and jam,
That’s what my baby feeds me,
I’m her loving man.

He likes bread and butter,
he likes toast and jam,
That’s what his baby feeds him,
he’s her loving man.

She don’t cook mashed potatoes,
she don’t cook T-bone steaks,
Don’t feed me peanut butter,
she knows that I can’t take.

He likes bread and butter,
he likes toast and jam,
That’s what his baby feeds him,
he’s her loving man.

Got home early one morning,
much to my surprise,
She was eating chicken and dumplings
with some other guy.

No more bread and butter,
no more toast and jam,
I found my baby eating
with some other man

Artist: The Newbeats
Album: Bread And Butter
Release Date: 1964

The Monkees! 

Don’t listen to Linda
She said all those things before
She’s just a pretender,
And though you couldn’t love her more
She’ll lead you on, and then one day
She’ll say you’ll have to part
Don’t listen to Linda
She’ll only break your heart.

Don’t listen to Linda
If you want some good advice,
Just try to remember,
She did it once, she’ll do it twice
There’s more to her little games,
Than your eyes can see,
Don’t listen to Linda,
Or you’ll end up like me.

You’ll never understand her
All the presents you could hand her,
Could never be enough, oh no,
So, don’t underestimate her,
‘cause sooner or later,
The goings gonna start to get rough.

Don’t listen to Linda,
Don’t believe the things you hear.
You’ll end up, contender,
For the “Loser Of The Year”.
I’ve said everything I can
To try and make you see
Don’t listen to Linda,
Or you’ll end up like me.

Artist: The Monkees
Album: More Of The Monkees
Release Date: 1967

Girl, hey what’s that you’re doin’?
Girl, girl, what’s that you’re doin’?
You’ve got to show me the steps to it
Somehow I’m gonna learn how to do it
Do the jerk, hey
Do the jerk, girl,come on and work,hey
Do the jerk

Girl,how do you move your hips so fine?
Girl (come on time)
Work it out,right on time
Everybody’s got the beat, hey look at me
Doin’ the jerk, yeah,now watch me work
Girl,now do the jerk, hey, do the jerk

Go on and soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul everybody now, soul, soul, soul
You don’t know how to do it?
Come on, gonna teach it to ya’
I’m doin the jerk, yeah
Watch me work, girl, now

Do the jerk, come on time
Do the jerk, let me see you work
Do the jerk, everybody
Do the jerk, come on now
Do the jerk, with al little bit of soul
Do the jerk, show em girl
Do the jerk, work,work,work,
Do the jerk, come on girl
Do the jerk, listen everybody
Do the jerk, I like the way you work
Do the jerk, with soul now,girl
Do the jerk, A-hey!

Artist: The Larks
Album: The Jerk
Release Date: 1965

Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev’rybody’s got their heads bowed down
The sun don’t shine above the ground
Ain’t a-goin’ down to Oxford Town

He went down to Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town

Oxford Town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldn’t get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my frien’?

Me and my gal, my gal’s son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don’t even know why we come
Goin’ back where we come from

Oxford Town in the afternoon
Ev’rybody singin’ a sorrowful tune
Two men died ‘neath the Mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon

Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev’rybody’s got their heads bowed down
The sun don’t shine above the ground
Ain’t a-goin’ down to Oxford Town

Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: The Freeewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Release Date: 1963