I rolled onto the street in my Roadrunner so neat.
Nothing on the street had me beat.


It was green with the big bird on the side.
The spoiler was cool and it turned the tide.




When out of the driveway down the street
roared a GTO, black and sleek.


The wind rushed past my window as it drove out of sight.
The GTO passed me up at the light.




Muscle cars may come and go,
But there's nothing like a GTO.


"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 why-ee-eye-ine,
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO.




You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile,
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style.
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs,
Really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild.
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO.





MIXTURE


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."




~

Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
~
Photograph by Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)
July 2004



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