Little Deuce Coupe

Little Deuce Coupe
Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I’ve got
Little Deuce Coupe, you don't know what I've got
Well, I'm not bragging, 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 it had a set of wings, man, I know she can fly

She's 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 she's standing 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
She's got a competition clutch with 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 coming 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
She's 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