Bikini Beach bounces along the same successful box office path as its predecessors. A couple of truckloads of healthy looking kids, plenty of singing and dancing, and a solid comedy from old comedy pros add up to two hours of mindless relaxation--LA Times

It’s all quite corny, quite juvenile, but the surfing’s nice to watch, as are the drag-racing sequences, and like wow, the way those kids dance! The groovy twitching are by far the best part of the picture--NY Herald Tribune

Fun and frolic, music, dancing and surfing are the ingredients of the latest beach-inspired picture from American International. It rolls along merrily, churing-up complications, romance and otherwise. A sprited cast goes through their assignments with bounce and zest--The Film Daily

Fans of the popular beach series could almost scripts themselves by now. In fact, it looks as if they've done just that--Photoplay

'Bikini Beach' is a horrible juvenile comedy in which surfers fight cyclists and convert their elders to the pleasures of the bronzed physique--New York Times

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A sappy bit of seashore nonsense in which an abundance of twisty turns and wriggles are set to puerile jungle rhythums and a foolish plot--Cue

'Beach Party' is a bouncy bit of lightweight fluff, attractively cast (Annette Funicello, Frankie Avalon et al.), beautifully set (Malibu Beach), and scored throughout (by Les Baxter) with a big twist beat--Variety

Beach Party gets by with a serviceable plot, and fizzles out before there is any question of higher citations. The two outstnding items are the surfing...here well photographed and demonstrated--and the twisting which is presented in pleasing variety, coming to a climax in the furious gyrations of one candy Johnson. (New York Post)

Beach Party, released during the snows of 1963, offers cold comfort. The promise of vacation, the beach, warm flesh ('surfin' all day; swingin' all night') is so simperingly advanced that we are not released from the discontent of our winter—Lee Atwell, Film Quarterly

On every tree there sits a bird / Singing a song of love / On every tree there sits a bird / And everyone I ever heard / Could break my heart without a word / Singing a song of love.

Every time I see her she don't even look my way / Maybe she would notice me, but then what would I say / I would say what's on my mind / But the words are hard to find / But I'm gonna try and tell her anyway!

Just tuned my car now, she really peels / A-lookin real tough with chrome reverse wheels / A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pre-dee / Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City!

You are mine / Haven't I told you so / You are mine / Even the angels know / I thought you knew / It's only you / Yes, you are mine!