Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels.
I took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaked when it would rain
And sounded like, aeroplanes
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise
She had a 4---55 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
Well whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
Did you boys come here to race or just kiss?
Mmm Don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missing
Buddy, 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
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 (It 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
Mmm she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn
Lord, she's a rocket she was made to burn