455 Rocket

Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile

Baby blue with them wire wheels

I took her home the day that she was adverstised

He said she leaked when, it would rain

And sounded like an aeroplane

But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

She had a 455 Rocket

The biggest block alive

I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn

She was made for the straight aways

She grew up hating Chevrolets

She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?

You boys come here to race or just kiss?

Don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?

I know she might sound like she's missing

But buddy, she could teach you a lesson

In just a quater mile, 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 straight aways

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 the Beach Boys)

We hit the curve and began to sail

Took out most of the safety rail

Even the cop asked me

"Man, what'd you have in that thing?"

I had a 455 Rocket

The very kind you drive

You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn

'Cause she was made for the straight aways

She grew up hating Chevrolets

She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

Lord, she's a Rocket she was made to burn