Time: 2:50 Arranged: Brian; Lead Vocal: Brian; Backgrounds: Al, Carl, Mike; Piano/Organ: Brian; Drums: Dennis; Bass: Carl; Guitars: Carl; Harp: Carl
Backgrounds: Brian, Marylin Wilson; Carl, Dennis, Mike and Al; Piano: Brian; Organ/Moog Bass: Brian; Drums: Dennis and Ricky Fataar; Clarinet: Dennis Dreith and
Time: 3:42 Arranged: Brian; Lead Vocal: Carl and Brian; Backgrounds: Brian, Al, Mike, Bruce; Drums: Dennis; Piano: Brian; Organ: Brian; Guitar: Ed
, Jack Nimitz, Mike Altschol, Dennis Dreith, and John J. Kelson; Jr. Auto Harp: Carol Lee Miller; Percussion: Gene Estes; Drums: Dennis; Organ/Pian:
Zelig, Lori Klass, Murry Adler, William Kurasch; Piano/Organ: Brian. Brian Wilson/Mike Love Well back in time with just a rhythm and rhyme Gregorian
(David Crosby) [Intro. (Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar and Electric Piano)] If I had ever been here before I would pro'bly know just what to do Hey
woman " "Oh, son you're too young some woman" "Son you're too young some woman might put you down" [Ending (Piano, Organ and Electric Guitars)]
And I stood there in the slush, and I walked along, very slowly, to the tree by the turn and I went in front of my mother and father and sister and husband's graves, and
(drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects) Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (electric violin) Lowell George (rhythm guitar, vocals) And in your dreams
as close as fingers in a glove And before the night is over you gonna be in love [Piano solo] Woooo! [Piano solo] Play a little piano I hear! [Piano and organ
planned for and I know he loved me from the start Now he hates the sight of all I stand for all because of you oh jealous heart [ piano - organ ] Jealous
me, U can't learn it in school [Chorus:] Let's get funky, yeah! Get it on, right on! Everyday! Morris on the organ, a-gettin' real funky Tommy on piano
mean he's a wild man, scissors and razors a'flyin' around my head, he's talkin'about the liquor and wild women and music and sex and the evils of dancing and
Here I sit a vampire, and my piano. The flames burn, glarringly higher. And the eyes, that stare through the darkness, though they have no form, there
and higher So burn, burn the flames Never to expire Here I sit A skeleton at my organ The candles in my candelabra burning hellishly, hellish hell And