Round round get around 
I get around, yes 
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 
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 

(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