Beach Boys - Medley: I Get Around/little Deuce Coupe Lyrics
Round round get aroundI get around, yes(*laughter* *clap*)Get around round round, I get aroundI get a--Get around round round, I get aroundFrom town to townGet around round round, I get around(woo!)Im a real cool headGet around round round, I get aroundIm making real good breadGet around round round, I get a square(ow!)Im getting awfully mad driving down the street(ow!)I just dont want to be bugged sitting next to my sweets(*laughter*)Bom bom bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta taThe other guys are pretty toughSo those other gats over there better not get toughI get aroundGet around round round, I get aroundFrom town to townGet around round round, I get aroundIm a real cool head(fake it, come on, mike! artistry!)Im makin real good breadGet around round round, I get a squareI get aroundRoundGet around, round round(rock out, carl!)(anybody...)(come on, baby!)([...])We always take my car although its a heapAnd we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up onNot much...None of the guys go steady cos it wouldnt be right guardTo leave their best girls home on a saturday nightI get aroundGet around round round, I get aroundFrom town to townGet around round round, I get aroundIm a real cool headGet around round round, I get aroundIm making real good breadGet around round round, I get aroundI get around round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo ooooRound round get around, I get aroundSquareGet around round round, I get a squareGet around round round, I get aroundGet around round round, I get around(dont stop!)Get around round round, I get aroundBoop boop boop boopGet around round round, I get aroundI get around(oh yeah!)(oh, that was really bad.)(lets do little deuce coupe while [...]. real fast, obviously.)(Ive got it, brian. here, bruce, do your famous [...].)(oh.)(bom bom.)(like this.)(hey, do the--)(oh--)Well Im not braggin, babe, so dont put me downWell, Ive got the cutest little piece in townWell, Im not braggin, babe, oh yeah([...] carl [...])(we lost it.)Shes my little deuce coupe(hey, carl.)You dont know what I gotTalk to me, babyTalk to me, babyWell Im not braggin, babe, so dont put me downBut Ive got the fastest set of wheels in townWhen something comes up to me he dont even trycos if I had a set of wings, man, I know she could flyHeyMy little deuce coupeYou dont know what i--Little deuce coupeYeahYou dont know what I gotShes got a competition clutch with the four on the floorAnd she purrs like a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roarAh, bom bom bom bomAnd if that aint enough to make you flip your lidTheres one more thing: I got the pink slip daddy(*laughter*)Oh yeahDa da dom da da dom ba da(oh, lets do luau!)(talk to me, baby!)She comes on like a rose, da da dap(do the stroll!)Shes my little deuce coupeYou dont know what I got(*laughter*)
