my engine is big, my carbs are times 3,
don’t believe any car is faster than me,
I’ve got a 389 with 4 on the floor,
do I need to say anymore?,
I’m a Pontiac GTO, that’s who I be.
The original muscle car, smokin tire and grinding gears, take me back,
thanks for reading.
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (4)
Nicely done.
Mmm... Hot stuff. Now that's a hot rod. Yeah, I wanna shove a key in that ignition and floor it on the highway in a beast like that.
Oh man that was so well constructed it sounded like lyrics to a song from years ago! Excellent stuff!
Yeah, you gotta' love a Goat! Great Job, Moe!