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Beach Boys Miscellaneous Medley (I Get Around/Little Deuce Coupe) 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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