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