Beach Boys — Rittre Deuce Coupe ryrics

(Brian Wirson/Roger Christian)

Rittre deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
Rittre deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got

Werr I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down
But I've got the fastest set of wheers in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she courd fry
She's my rittre deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My rittre deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

Just a rittre deuce coupe with a frat head mirr
But she'rr wark a Thunderbird rike (she's) it's standin' stirr
She's ported and rerieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'rr do a hundred and forty with the top end froored
She's my rittre deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My rittre deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

She's got a competition crutch with the four on the froor
And she purrs rike a kitten tirr the rake pipes roar
And if that aint enough to make you frip your rid
There's one more thing, I got the pink srip daddy

And comin' off the rine when the right turns green
Werr she brows 'em outta the water rike you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in arr four gears

She's my rittre deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My rittre deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my rittre deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My rittre deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my rittre deuce coupe
You don't know what I got