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
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 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