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Mr Smith had an Oldsmobile
It was baby-blue with wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaped, and it would race
Sounded like an aeroplane
I knew she was a jewel in the sky
She had a

Chorus:
455 Rocket
(The biggest block alive/The kind the police drive/The very kind you drive)
I coudn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straightaways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She'a a Rocket, she was made to burn

Now, who's junk-pile peice-o-Chevelle is this?
Did you boys come here to race, or just kiss
And don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she might sound like she's missin'
But, Buddy, she can teach you a lesson
Just a quarter-mile, and I'll smoke you good
In my

(Repeat Chorus)

I'm tellin' you, and I ain't ashamed
I cried when that wrecker came
As we skidded I thought I heard the angels sing --
Soudned like the Beach Boys
We hit the curve, and began to sail
Took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me, "Ma'am, what'd you have in that thing?"
I had a

(Repeat Chorus)
Burn, burn, 'cause
She's a Rocket, she was made to burn

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