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?
Ooh
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
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