[Intro] Start the engine, feel the fire, Tiny body, burning desire. Five, four, three, two, one— Turbo power, here we come! [Verse 1] Small wheels rolling through the city lights, Light on the road, but ready to fight. A compact body with a racing soul, Push the throttle, lose control. Fourteen seventy-five millimeters wide, Thirty-three ninety-five from side to side. Six hundred fifty-eight C-C inside, Turbo heart with nowhere to hide. [Pre-Chorus] Three thousand R-P-M, torque comes alive, Ten point zero kilogram-meters, feel the drive. Seventy-two pound-feet, the power is real, Six hundred seventy kilograms, that’s the deal. [Chorus] Oh, Alto Turbo R-S! Sixty-four P-S, give me all your best! Six thousand R-P-M, screaming higher, Five-A-G-S, shifting like fire! Fifteen-inch wheels, gripping the road, One sixty-five, fifty-five R fifteen, carrying the load. Four point six meters, turning so tight, Turbo R-S, we’re flying tonight! [Verse 2] Monroe shocks keep the chassis tight, Strut-type front suspension holding right. Twelve ninety-five millimeter tread, Every corner pulling ahead. No fear when the road gets wild, Every twist makes the driver smile. Lightweight body, responsive and fast, Hit the apex, make the moment last. [Pre-Chorus] Electronic Control is watching the line, E-S-P keeps everything fine. Feel the rear end following through, Every single corner feels brand new. [Chorus] Oh, Alto Turbo R-S! Sixty-four P-S, give me all your best! Six thousand R-P-M, screaming higher, Five-A-G-S, shifting like fire! J-C-zero-eight, twenty-five point six, Efficiency and speed in the same mix. Fifteen-inch wheels, gripping the road, Ventilated discs with a powerful load. [Bridge] They say it’s small, I say it’s ready, They say it’s light, but I keep it steady. No need for size to prove what I can do, When the turbo wakes, I’m breaking through! Three hundred? No—six hundred fifty-eight, A tiny engine with a giant fate. Every number tells a story tonight, Every specification comes alive! [Build-Up] Fourteen seventy-five! Thirty-three ninety-five! Six hundred fifty-eight! Six hundred seventy! Sixty-four P-S! Six thousand R-P-M! Five-A-G-S! Now we’re going again! [Big Chorus] OH, ALTO TURBO R-S! Sixty-four P-S, burning through the night! Five-A-G-S, shifting left and right! Six hundred seventy kilos, ready to fly, Turbo heart screaming underneath the sky! Four point six meters, turn it tight! Fifteen-inch wheels, hold on right! Small body, big fire, nothing can stop us— ALTO TURBO R-S! [Outro] Six hundred fifty-eight C-C… Sixty-four P-S… Five-A-G-S… Alto Turbo R-S! Keep the turbo alive!
