G.T.O. [live] Lyrics by Beach Boys

Little G.T.O, you're really lookin' fine, yeah
Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389 (eighty-ni-ine)
Gotta hear her tachin' up now (tach it up),
A-listen to her whi-eye-in
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, G.T.O.
(Little G.T.O.)

Wah wahhhh (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Wah wah wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Wah wahhhh (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
A-wah wah wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Little G.T.O. (little G.T.O.)

Gonna save all my money (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
And buy a G.T.O. (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
I'll get a helmet and a roll bar (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Well, I'll be ready to go now (turnin' It on, blowin' it out)
Take it out to Pomona (turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
I'll really let 'em know, yeah yeah (turnin' it on, Blowin' it out),
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down (shut you down)
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, G.T.O.
(Little G.T.O.)

Wah wahhhh (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
A-wah wah wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Wah wahhhh (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
A-wah wah wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Wah wah (wah, wah, little G.T.O.)
Little G.T.O. (little G.T.O.)

(Composer: John Wilkin)

[Thanks to lpintek72 for adding these lyrics]