With apologies to Brian Wilson, an ode to cable car No. 2 to the tune of the Beach Boys’ “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 oldest set of wheels in town
And if someone tries to cut me off he better pray
‘Cause the Vehicle Code says I got the right-of-way
She’s my Little Deuce Coupe, you don’t know what I got
Just a little deuce coupe, she can take any hill
And she’ll walk a horse and buggy like they’re standing still
She’s varnished and shellacked with the gold leaf trim
And the solid spring suspension with the cast iron rims
She’s my Little Deuce Coupe, you don’t know what I got
She’s got a quarter-ton clutch through a hole in the floor
And she rumbles like a quake at Richter nine point four
And if that ain’t enough to make you flip your lid
There’s one more thing, I’m her ding dong daddy
And comin’ off the line up at Mason and Green
That’s when I really cut her loose and make the tourists scream
She got the solid iron handles and shiny brass bell
And she’ll take a downgrade like a bat outta hell
She’s my Little Deuce Coupe, you don’t know what I got
She’s my Little Deuce Coupe, you don’t know what I got
