455 Rocket - Bonus Track

Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile
Baby blue with wire wheels
I took her home the day that she was advertised
He said she leaked when it would rain
And sounded like an aeroplane
But I knew she was a jewel in disguise

She had a 455 rocket
Biggest block alive
I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn
She was made for the straight aways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
Well, she's a rocket, she was made to burn

Whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this?
You boys come here to race or just kiss?
Hmm, don't you wanna know what I got underneath my hood?
I know she sounds like she's missin', huh
But buddy, she could teach you a lesson
Just a quarter mile, I'll smoke you good, yeah

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 hatin' Chevrolets
Well, she's a rocket, she was made to burn (oh, alright, play it up)

I'm telling you and I ain't ashamed
I cried when the wrecker came
As we skidded, I thought I heard angels sing (and it sounded like the Beach Boys)
We hit the curb and began to sail
And took out most of the safety rail
Even the cop asked me
"Man, what'd you have in that thing?"
And I told him

I had a 455 rocket
The very kind you drive
You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn
'Cause she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hatin' Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn burn burn
Ooh Lord, she's a rocket, she was made to burn