Kathy Mattea
Kathy Mattea - 455 Rocket lyrics
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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