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The Beach Boys - Little Deuce Coupe Album Lyrics



The Beach Boys - Little Deuce Coupe Lyrics






Little Deuce Coupe

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

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
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (she's) it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(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 till the lake pipes roar
And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy

And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears

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

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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Ballad Of Ole Betsy

Betsy, Betsy, ahhhhh

She was born in '32, and was she ever pretty
She rode a freight train west, all the way from Detroit city
Betsy's seen more places than I'll ever hope to see
Betsy's been more loyal than any friend could be

With some she traveled fast, with others it was slow
Betsy's seen them all, she'd seen them come and go
She must have had some others before I finally met her
And now that she's all mine, they'd better just forget her
Betsy was a lady and that she will remain
Betsy took some beatings but she never once complained

She had a classic beauty that everyone could see
I was the last to meet her, but she gave her life to me
She may be rusted iron, but to me she's solid gold
And I just can't hold the tears back
'Cause Betsy's growing old

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Be True To Your School

When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
"Now what's the matter buddy
Ain't you heard of my school
It's number one in the state"
(Hey hey take it away, get that ball and fight)

So be true to your school
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Just like you would to your girl or guy
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school now
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Let your colors fly
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school
(Rah rah rah rah rah)

I got a letterman's sweater
With a letter in front
I got for football and track
I'm proud to where it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got my decal in back

So be true to your school
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Just like you would to your girl or guy
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school now
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Let your colors fly
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school
(Do it again, do it again, we like it, we like it)

(Rah rah rah rah rah)
Come Friday we'll be jacked up on the football game
And I'll be ready to fight
We're gonna smash 'em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And she'll be yelling tonight

So be true to your school
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Just like you would to your girl or guy
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school now
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Let your colors fly
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah)
Be true to your school
(Push 'em back, push 'em back, way back)

(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let your colors)
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let your)
(Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let)
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Writer: MICHAEL LOVE, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Car Crazy Cutie

Run a-run a doo run run
Wo run a-run a doo run run
Wo run a-run a doo run run
Wo run a-run a doo run run

Well my steady little doll is a real-live beauty
And everybody knows she's a car crazy cutie
She's hip to everything man from customs to rails
And axel grease imbedded 'neath her fingernails

Wo yeah (Run a-run a doo run run)
Wo oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh now cutie (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)

A power shift in second and a-ridin' the clutch
My car crazy cutie, man, she's just too much
I take her to the drags, man, and everyone flips
For her big blue eyes and her candy apple lips

Wo yeah (Run a-run a doo run run)
Wo oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh now cutie (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)

Yeah oh
Car crazy cutie
Car crazy cutie
Car crazy cutie
Car crazy cutie

Well I guess you might say she's the rodder's dream gal
Always there to help, man, when you need a pal
But when I talk of lovin' man, some kisses and hugs
Says she's like to take 'em better clean and gap the plugs

Wo yeah (Run a-run a doo run run)
Wo oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh now cutie (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)

Run a-run a doo run run
Wo run a-run a doo run run
Wo run a-run a doo run run
Wo oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Wo yeah (Run a-run a doo run run)
Wo oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh now cutie (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run) [Doo doo doo]
Wo yeah (Run a-run a doo run run)
Wo oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh now cutie (Wo run a-run a doo run run)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Wo run a-run a doo run run)

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Writer: BRIAN WILSON, ROGER CHRISTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Cherry Cherry Coupe

Go cherry, cherry coupe now

The wildest short around is my cherry, cherry coupe
It's the sharpest thing in town and the envy of my group
It's one of its kind and it really looks good
Chopped nose and deck with louvers on the hood

Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(My cherry coupe beats 'em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(And she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)

Chrome reversed rims with whitewall slicks
And it turns a quarter mile in one oh six
Door handles are off but you know I'll never miss 'em
They open when I want with the solenoid system

Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(My cherry coupe beats 'em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(And she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)

My coupe's tuck and roll underneath the hood
And the rugs, seats, and panels now are looking good
When I go looking for something to do
She's got enough room now to barely seat two

Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(My cherry coupe beats 'em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(And she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)

Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(My cherry coupe beats 'em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(And she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)

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Writer: BRIAN WILSON, ROGER CHRISTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




409

She's real fine my 409
She's real fine my 409
My 409

Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
When I would buy a brand new 409
(409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
409 ooooo
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up)

When I take her to the track she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
She always turns in the fastest times
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409
(409, 409, 409, 409)

Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...

Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)

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Shut Down

Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down

It happened on the strip where the road is wide
(Oooo rev it up now)
Two cool shorts standin' side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
(Oooo rev it up now)

Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down

Declinin' numbers at an even rate
(Oooo movin' out now)
At the count of one we both accelerate
(Oooo movin' out now)
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
(Oooo movin' out now)
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in
(Oooo movin' out now)

Gotta be cool now power shift here we go

Superstock Dart is windin' out in low
But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
(Oooo pump it up now)
And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink
(Oooo pump it up now)
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
(Oooo pump it up now)
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood
(Oooo pump it up now)

Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down

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Writer: ROGER VAL CHRISTIAN, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Spirit Of America

Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America

The Bonneville salt flats had seen some strange things
But the strangest thing yet was a jet without wings
Once as a jet it played in the stars
But now on the ground it's the king of our cars

Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America

An airplane an auto now famous worldwide
The Spirit of America, the name on the side
The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name
A daring young man played a dangerous game

Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America

With a J-47, a jet for his power
Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour
Both man and machine had given fair warn
They'd set a new record on that warm August morn.

Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America
Spirit of America

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Writer: BRIAN WILSON, ROGER CHRISTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Our Car Club

I've been cruisin' round the town now with the guys for quite a while
We been thinkin' 'bout starting up a club that shows some class and style
And we'll get the finest cars

We got a Deuce Coupe, a Stingray, a rail job and an XKE
(We'll start a car club)
We'll be the fastest at the drags, man, we'll really cut some low ETs
(We'll start a car club)
And wipe out the other clubs

We'll set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that we'll have our jackets on wherever we cruise

We'll get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(We'll start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in we'll really put you through the grind
(We'll start a car club)
This club's the very best

We'll set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that we'll have our jackets on wherever we cruise

We'll get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(We'll start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in we'll really send you through the grind
(We'll start a car club)
This club's the very best

Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)

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Writer: BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON, MICHAEL EDWARD LOVE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




No-Go Showboat

No-go showboat no-go showboat (no-go showboat)

Well I got a wild custom that wins every show
But it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Yeah but everybody knows that she just don't go
She's my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
White wall slicks with racing mags
She's just for looks, man, not for drags
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)

No go
No go

Well the guys all dig it they've got no complaints
About my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
And the chicks really flip for that metal flake paint
On my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
It really rates fine in the custom clan
With hand-formed panels, tuck-and-roll rear pan
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)

No go
No go

Well the engine compartment's filled with all chrome goodies
In my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
Yeah but everybody takes me even old Ford woodies
In my no-go showboat (no-go showboat)
When it comes to speed, man, I'm just outa luck
I'm even shut down by the ice cream truck
'Cause it's a no-go showboat (no-go showboat)

No go
No go
No-go showboat (no-go showboat)
No-go showboat (no-go showboat)
She's just my (no-go showboat)
She's just my (no-go showboat)

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Writer: BRIAN WILSON, ROGER CHRISTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




A Young Man Is Gone

Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
Ah ah ah ah ahhhhh

Now a young man's gone
But his legend lingers on
For so much had he to give

But his life is through
For the story told is true
For he died just as he lived.

For this daring young star
Met his death while in his car
No one knows the reason why

Screaming tire, flashing fire
And gone was this young star
Oh how could they let him die

Still a young man is gone
Yet his legend lingers on
For he died without a cause

And they say that he'll
Be known for evermore
As the Rebel Without A Cause

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Writer: BOBBY TROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC ASSET MANAGEMENT (MAM)




Custom Machine

Check my custom machine

Well she's metal flake blue with a corvette mill
(Check my custom machine)
And they say it looks better when she's standin' still
(Check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine

Well with naugahyde bucket seats in front and back
(Check my custom machine)
Everything is chrome, man, even my jack
(Check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine

With stereophonic speaker set with vibrasonic sound
(Check my custom machine)
Magnesium spokes, it stands an inch off the ground
(Check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo

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Writer: MICHAEL LOVE, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Little Deuce Coupe is the fourth album by the American rock band the Beach Boys, released October 7, 1963 on Capitol Records. It reached number 4 in the US during a chart stay of 46 weeks, and was eventually certified platinum by the RIAA. It is considered to be one of the earliest examples of a rock concept album.

The album was released three weeks after Surfer Girl. Four of the tracks from Little Deuce Coupe ("409", "Shut Down", "Little Deuce Coupe", and "Our Car Club") had already appeared on previous albums, and discounting an alternate recording of "Be True to Your School", no tracks from the album were issued as an A-sided single
Performed By: The Beach Boys
Genre(s): Hot rod rock
Producer(s): Brian Wilson
Length: 25:25
Released: October 7th, 1963
Year: 1963

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