Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with 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
hatin' 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
Now don't you wanna know
what I got underneath my hood
I know she might sound
like she's missin'
But buddy she could
teach you a lesson
In just a quater mile
And I'll smoke you good
In my 455 rocket
Like the police drive
I couldn't hardly wait
just to take my turn
She was made
for the straight aways
She grew up
hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket
She was made to burn
I'm tellin' you
and I ain't ashamed
I cried when
that wrecker came
As we skid I thought
I heard 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
hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket
She was made to burn
Lord she's a rocket
She was made to burn