Original Artist: Kathy Mattea
Song performed by: Slick City
455 Rocket
Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
He took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaked when it would rain
Sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew that 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 the straight-a-ways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a Rocket.....she was made to burn
Well, whose junk pile piece of Chevelle is this?
Did you boys come here to race or just kiss?
Hmmm, now don't you wanna 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-a-ways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a Rocket.....she was made to burn
I'm tellin 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
We 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 the straight-a-ways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a Rocket.....she was made to burn, burn
Ohhh... she's a Rocket.....
She was made to burn