My Mighty G.T.O. Songtext
von Jan & Dean

Go, go, GTO
When your engine is hot and your foot haulers drag
Get your wheels on the line ′cause you won't run sag
Hold your clutch down tight, rev it up to go
You′re 'bout to do business with my mighty GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
There's no match ′cause none can catch my GTO
Go, go, GTO
On the way to the strip you know she shows lots of style
And nobody takes her in the quarter mile
With three pots on the manifold and louvers in the hood
And a competition steering wheel that′s made out of wood
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
There's no match ′cause none can catch my GTO
Go, go, GTO Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
There's no match ′cause none can catch my GTO
Go, go, 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 Stingrays and the Cobras never even show
′Cause none of them can catch me in my mighty GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
There's no match 'cause none can catch my GTO
Go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO
Go, go, go, GTO