455 Rocket

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
Took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an aeroplane
I knew she was a jewel in disguise

She had a 455 Rocket, the biggest block in line
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn

Well, whose junk pile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Mmm, now don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missing
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
Just a corner now and I'll smoke you good

In my 455 Rocket, the kind the police drive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn

I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing
Sounded like this, boys
Hit the curb and then began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me
"Man, what'd you have in this thing?"

Well, I had a 455 Rocket, very kind you drive
You ought to watch yourself when you take that turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn
Oh, she's a rocket, and she was made to burn