Mr. smith had an Oldsmobile Baby blue with wire wheels Took her home the day that she was baptised They said she leaked when it would rain Sounded like an airplane I knew she was a jewel in disguise She had a 455 rocket The biggest block alive Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the straight-a-ways 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 Hmmm don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood I know she might sound like she's missin But honey 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 Couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn She was made for the straight-a-ways 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 the angels sing (Sounded like the beach Boys) Hit the curb, and began to sail Took out most of the safety rails 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 She was made for the straight-a-ways She grew up hatin' Chevrolets She's a rocket, she was made to burn Burn, oh She's a rocket she was made to burn