455 Rocket Songtext
von Francine Reed

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
Took her home one day, he was wise
He said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a two-o in disguise

She had a 455 rocket
Biggest block of light
Couldn′t hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn

Whoa, tough piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just to kiss?
Don′t you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missing
But buddy, she can teach you a lesson
Just a quarter mile, I smoked you, girl


In my 455 rocket
The kind the police drive
I can hardly wait to take my turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn

I′m telling you it was a night of shame
Cried when that wrecker came
As we skid, I thought I heard that "cling"
Hey, yeah, hit the curve and began to sail
Took out most of that safety rail
Even the cops asked me
"Man, what have you got in that thing?"

Well, I had a 455 rocket
The kind the police drive
Better watch out when you take that turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She′s a rocket, she was made to burn
Oh, she's a rocket, she was made to burn