paroles de chanson My Mighty G.T.O. - Dean , Jan

Hold on G.T.O.
When your engine's hot
And your foot hollers drag
Get your wheels on the line
Cause you won't run sick
Hold your clutch down tight
Rev it up to go
You're about to do business
With my mighty G.T.O.
Go, go, go G.T.O.
There's no match
Cause I can't catch
My G.T.O.
Go, go, go G.T.O.
On the way to the strip
You know shows lost of style
And nobody takes her
In the quarter mile
There's three parts
On the manifolding
Overs in the hood
And their competition
Steering wheel
It's made out of wood
Go, go, go G.T.O.
There's no match
Cause I can't catch
My G.T.O.
Go, go, go G.T.O.
If you're looking for a speed
You can get your kicks
Yeah, I wind her up to sixty now
I'm four-point-six
The Stingrays and the Corvettes
Never even show
Cause none of them can catch me
In my mighty G.T.O.
Go, go, go G.T.O.
There's no match
Cause I can't catch
My G.T.O.
Go, go, go G.T.O.
Rev her up and go
Go, go, go G.T.O.