Little Deuce Coupe

Little deuce Coupe
 You don't know what I 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 I had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly
 She's my little deuce coupe
 You don't know what I got
 Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
 But she'll walk a Thunderbird like she's standin' still
 She's ported and relieved, and she's stroked and bored
 She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
 She's my little deuce coupe
 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 till the lake pipes roar
 And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
 There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy
 And comin' off the line when the light turns green
 Well, she blows 'em outta the water like you 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 got
 She's my little deuce coupe
 You don't know what I got
 She's my little deuce coupe
 You don't know what I got
 She's my little deuce coupe
 You don't know what I got
 She's my little deuce coupe
 You don't know what I got