455 Rocket (Revival Outtake)

Let's keep rollin' Three, four Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile Baby blue with them wire wheels I took her home the day that she was advertised 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? Did you boys come here to race or just kiss? Don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood? Yes, 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, good In my 455 Rocket The kind the police drive If you ain't afraid, come take your turn She was made for the straight ways She grew up hating Chevrolets She's a Rocket, she was made to burn, burn It curved, then began to sail Took out most of the safety rail As we skid, I thought I heard the angels sing I'm telling you, I ain't ashamed I cried when the wrecker came 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 She was made to burn She was made to burn, burn, burn