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
Ooh ooh ooh
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