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lirik lagu beach boys - medley: i get around/little deuce coupe

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!)i’m a real cool headget around round round, i get aroundi’m making real good breadget 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 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 aroundi’m a real cool head(fake it, come on, mike! artistry!)i’m 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 it’s a heapand we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up onnot much…none of the guys go steady ’cos it wouldn’t be right guardto leave their best girls home on a sat-rday nighti get aroundget around round round, i get aroundfrom town to townget around round round, i get aroundi’m a real cool headget around round round, i get aroundi’m 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(don’t 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.)(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 downwell, i’ve got the cutest little piece in townwell, 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 gottalk to me, babytalk to me, babywell i’m not braggin’, babe, so don’t put me downbut i’ve got the fastest set of wheels in townwhen something comes up to me he don’t even try’cos if i had a set of wings, man, i know she could flyheymy little deuce coupeyou don’t know what i–little deuce coupeyeahyou don’t know what i gotshe’s got a compet-tion clutch with the four on the floorand she purrs like a kitten (-laugh-) till the lake pipes roarah, bom bom bom bomand if that ain’t enough to make you flip your lidthere’s one more thing: i got the pink slip daddy(-laughter-)oh yeahda 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 coupeyou don’t know what i got(-laughter-)
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