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D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got G Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town C When something comes up to me he don't even try G Cause if (it) had a set of wings man I know she could fly D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got G Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (she's) it's standin' still C She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored. G She'll do a hundred and forty in the top end floored D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got C She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor G And she purrs like a kitten till the Lake Pipes roar C And if that ain t enough to make you flip your lid A D There's one more thing, I got the pink slip, Daddy G And comin' off the line when the light turns green Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen C I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer G When I get rubber in all four gears D C G She s my little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Repeat-fade