G.T.O. - Rerecorded

He stays up all night
Giving all his time to his G.T.O
I don't know why I
Hang around, I guess I love him so

We go on the strip
Everybody stares as we cruise the line
It's such fun to be hip
But I want more from this guy of mine

But he won't talk about making me happy
But what can I do?

He's got a big red G.T.O
Everywhere we go that G.T.O. must go
But I wonder if he'll ever know
If he loves me, or just his G.T.O

He's in love, alright
No one else touches his pride and joy
Though it hurts inside
I'm gonna keep holding on to that boy

But he won't talk about going steady
He's in love already

He's got a big red G.T.O
Everywhere we go that G.T.O. must go
But I wonder if he'll ever know
If he loves me, or just his G.T.O

But he won't talk about making me happy
But what can I do?

He's got a big red G.T.O
Everywhere we go that G.T.O. must go
But I wonder if he'll ever know
If he loves me, or just his G.T.O

He's got a big red G.T.O
Everywhere we go that G.T.O. must go
But I wonder if he'll ever know
If he loves me, or just his G.T.O

He's got a big red G.T.O
Everywhere we go that G.T.O. must go
But I wonder if he'll ever know
If he loves me, or just his G.T.O