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