"455 Rocket" sung by:Kathy Mattea

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,
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 straight-a-ways,
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?
Now don't ya want to 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 quarter 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 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.)
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 and she was made to burn.