Lyrics:

[Written by John Wilkin]

Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine
Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389
Listen to her tachin' up now
Listen to her whi-i-ine
C'mon and turn it on
Wind it up, blow it out GTO

Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Aaaaa, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa

You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified (Pon-pon or LeMans ????)
Has got plenty of style
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs
Really drives 'em wild
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO

Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Aaaaa, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa


Gonna save all my money
(Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And buy a GTO (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Get a helmet and a roll bar
(Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And I'll be ready to go
(Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Take it out to Pomona
(Turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and let 'em know
(Turnin' it on, blowin' it out), yeah, yeah
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO

Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa
Yeah, yeah, little GTO
Wa-waaaaaaa
Aaaaa, little GTO
Wa-wa-wa-waaaaaaa