BEACH BOYS

BEACH BOYS - Medley: I Get Around / Little Deuce Coupe lyrics

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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]

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