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Little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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Well I'm not braggin' babe, so don't put me down |
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But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town |
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When somethin' comes up to me, he don't even try |
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'Cause if I had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill |
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But she'll walk a Thunderbird like she's standin' still |
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She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored |
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She'll do a hundred and forty in the top end floored |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor |
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And she purrs like a kitten 'til the lake pipes roar |
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And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid |
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There's one more thing, I got the pink slip, daddy |
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And comin' off the line when the light turns green |
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Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen |
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I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer |
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When I get rubber in all four gears |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
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She's my little deuce coupe, you don't know what I got |
