Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
Took her home the day that she was baptized
They said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an airplane
I knew she was a jewel in the sky
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the strait away
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?
Don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood
Yes I know she might sound like she's missin'
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quarter mile and I'll smoke you good, good
In my 455 rocket
The kind the police drive
If you ain't afraid to come take your turn
She was made for the strait away
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket she was made to burn, burn
Hit the curb, and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rails
As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing
I'm tellin' you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
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 strait away
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
She was made to burn
She was made to burn, burn, burn
Baby blue with wire wheels
Took her home the day that she was baptized
They said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an airplane
I knew she was a jewel in the sky
She had a 455 Rocket
The biggest block alive
Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the strait away
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?
Don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood
Yes I know she might sound like she's missin'
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
In just a quarter mile and I'll smoke you good, good
In my 455 rocket
The kind the police drive
If you ain't afraid to come take your turn
She was made for the strait away
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket she was made to burn, burn
Hit the curb, and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rails
As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing
I'm tellin' you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
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 strait away
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
She was made to burn
She was made to burn, burn, burn