Little Deuce Coupe

Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got
(Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got)
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
'Cause if it had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly

She's my little Deuce Coupe
You don't know what I've got
(Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got)

Just a little Deuce Coupe with a flathead mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved, and she's stroked and bored
She'll do a hundred and forty in the top end floored

She's my little Deuce Coupe
You don't know what I've got
(Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got)

She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten 'til the lake pipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I've got the pink slip daddy

And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well, she blows 'em outta the water like you've never seen
I get pushed out of shape, and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears

She's my little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got
(Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got)
She's my little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got
(My little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got)

She's my little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Douglas Wilson, Roger Val Christian
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