455 Rocket Kathy Mattea

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
Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was 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 aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket
She was made to burn

Well, whose junk pile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Mmm 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 the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket
She was made to burn