Little Deuce Coupe

Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got (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 (My 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 (My 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 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 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 (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 (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