Round round get around, I get around, yes
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
I′m getting awfully mad driving down the street
I just don't wanna be bugged sitting next to my sweet
The other guys are pretty tough
So those other cats over there better not get tough
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
I get around
We always take my car although it′s a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up
None of the guys go steady 'cause it wouldn't be right
To leave their vessels home on a Saturday night
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
I get around
Round round get around, I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
Get around round round I get around
I get around
Well I′m not bragging babe so don′t put me down
But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
If something comes up to me don′t even try
'Cause if you hear her set of wings, you′ll know she can fly
My little deuce coupe, you know what I got
Little deuce coupe, you know what I got
She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten to the beat by the door
And if that ain′t enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I got the beat slip daddy
Writer(s): Mike Love, Brian Wilson, Roger Christian, Van Dyke Parks, T. Asher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
