Little deuce coupe, you don't know
You don't know what I got
Well, I'm not braggin', babe
So don't pull 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 it had a set of wings, man
I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
Just a little deuce coupe
With a flathead mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird
Like it's standin' still
Though 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 got
She's got a competition clutch
With the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten
Till 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
Oh 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 got
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