Round round get around 

I get around, yes 

(*Laughter* *Clap*) 

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 

(*Laughter*) 

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 



([...] Carl [...]) 

(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 



(*Laughter*)