G.T.O. Lyrics

Little G.T.O, you're really lookin' fine.
Three deuces [4] and a four-speed and a 389 [5] .
Listen to her tachin' [6] up now,
Listen to her why-ee-eye-ine.
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, G.T.O.
(Wa, wa), yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)
Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa, wa), yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)
yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa, wa), wahh, little G.T.O. (Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile [7] .
This little modified Pon-Pon [8] has got plenty of style.
She beats the gassers [9] and the rail jobs [10] ,
Really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild.
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out G.T.O.

(Wa, wa), yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)
Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa, wa), yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)
yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.,
(Wa, wa), wahh, little G.T.O. (Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.)