455 Rocket

Mr. smith had an Oldsmobile

Baby blue with wire wheels

Took her home the day that she was baptised

They said she leaked when it would rain

Sounded like an airplane

I knew she was a jewel in disguise

She had a 455 rocket

The biggest block alive

Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn

She was made for the straight-a-ways

She grew up hatin' Chevrolets

She's a rocket

She was made to burn

Well who's junk pile piece of shh-velle is this

Did you boys come here to race or just kiss

Hmmm don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood

I know she might sound like she's missin

But honey she could teach you a lesson

In just a quarter mile and I'll smoke you good

In my 455 rocket

The kind the police drive

Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn

She was made for the straight-a-ways

She grew up hatin' Chevrolets

She's a rocket she was made to burn

I'm tellin' you and I ain't ashamed

I cried when that wrecker came

As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing

(Sounded like the beach Boys)

Hit the curb, and began to sail

Took out most of the safety rails

Even the cop asked me

"man, what you have in that thing"

I had a 455 rocket

The very kind you drive

Better watch yourself when you take that turn

She was made for the straight-a-ways

She grew up hatin' Chevrolets

She's a rocket, she was made to burn

Burn, oh

She's a rocket she was made to burn