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