My Mighty G.T.O.
When your engine is hot and your foot hollers drag
Get your wheels on the line 'cause you won't run stag (rev it up, now)
Hold your clutch down tight, rev it up to go
You're 'bout to do business with my mighty GTO
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
There's no match 'cause none can catch my GTO
On the way to the strip, you know she shows lots of style
And nobody takes her in the quarter mile (rev it up, now)
With three pots on the manifold and lowers in the hood
And a competition steering wheel that's made out of wood (mighty GTO)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
There's no match 'cause none can catch my GTO
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
There's no match 'cause none can catch my GTO
If you're looking for speed, you can get your kicks
Yeah, and wind her up to sixty now in four point six
The Sting Rays and the Cobras never even show
'Cause none of 'em can catch me in my mighty GTO
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
There's no match 'cause none can catch my GTO
(Rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO (rev it up and go)
Go, go, go GTO
