Kathy Mattea - 455 Rocket lyrics

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile

Baby-blue with wire wheels

I took her home the day she was advertised

He said she leaked when it would rain

Sounded like an aeroplane

I knew she was 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 straight aways

She grew up hating Chevrolets

She's a rocket

She was made to burn

Well, who's junk pile piece of Chevelle is this?

Did you boys come here to race or just kiss?

Mmm, now 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 quarter mile and I'll smoke you good

In my 455 Rocket

The kind the police drive

I couldn't hardly wait to just take my turn

She was made for 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 angels sing

Sounded like the Beach Boys

Hit the curb then 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 wanna watch yourself when you take that turn

She was made for straight aways

She grew up hating Chevrolets

She's a rocket she was made to burn, burn

Oh, she's a rocket she was made to burn