G.T.O.

Little G.T.O., you're really lookin' fine

Three deuces and a four-speed, and a 389

Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her whine

Come on and turn it on

Wind it up

Blow it out

G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Wah! Little G.T.O.

You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile

This little modified Pon-Ton has got plenty of style

She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em wild

Come on and turn it on

Wind it up

Blow it out

G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Wah! Little G.T.O.

Gonna save all my money and buy a G.T.O. (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)

Get a helmet and a roll bar and I'll be ready to go (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)

Take it out to Pomona And let 'em know, yeah, yeah (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)

That I'm the coolest thing around

Little buddy, gonna shut you down

When I turn it on

Wind it up

Blow it out

G.T.O

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Yeah, yeah, little G.T.O.

Wah! Little G.T.O.