Round round get around
I get around, yes
(*Laughter* *Clap*)
Get around round round, I get around
I get a--
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
(Woo!)
I`m a real cool head
Get around round round, I get around
I`m making real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
(Ow!)
I`m getting awfully mad driving down the street
(Ow!)
I just don`t want to be bugged sitting next to my sweets
(*Laughter*)
Bom bom bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
The other guys are pretty tough
So those other gats over there better not get tough
I get around
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
I`m a real cool head
(Fake it, come on, Mike! Artistry!)
I`m makin` real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
I get around
Round
Get around, round round
(Rock out, Carl!)
(Anybody...)
(Come on, baby!)
([...])
We always take my car although it`s a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady `cos it wouldn`t be Right Guard
To leave their best girls home on a Saturday night
I get around
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
I`m a real cool head
Get around round round, I get around
I`m making real good bread
Get around round round, I get around
I get around round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo oooo
Round round get around, I get around
Square
Get around round round, I get a square
Get around round round, I get around
Get around round round, I get around
(Don`t stop!)
Get around round round, I get around
Boop boop boop boop
Get around round round, I get around
I get around
(Oh yeah!)
(Oh, that was really bad.)
(Let`s do Little Deuce Coupe while [...]. Real fast, obviously.)
(I`ve got it, Brian. Here, Bruce, do your famous [...].)
(Oh.)
(Bom bom.)
(Like this.)
(Hey, do the--)
(Oh--)
Well I`m not braggin`, babe, so don`t put me down
Well, I`ve got the cutest little piece in town
Well, I`m not braggin`, babe, oh yeah
([...] Carl [...])
(We lost it.)
She`s my little deuce coupe
(Hey, Carl.)
You don`t know what I got
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me, baby
Well I`m not braggin`, babe, so don`t put me down
But I`ve got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don`t even try
`Cos if I had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly
Hey
My little deuce coupe
You don`t know what I--
Little deuce coupe
Yeah
You don`t know what I got
She`s got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roar
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that ain`t enough to make you flip your lid
There`s one more thing: I got the pink slip daddy
(*Laughter*)
Oh yeah
Da da dom da da dom ba da
(Oh, let`s do Luau!)
(Talk to me, baby!)
She comes on like a rose, da da dap
(Do the stroll!)
She`s my little deuce coupe
You don`t know what I got
(*Laughter*)
