Mattea kathy mr. smith had an oldsmobile lyrics

Baby blue with wire wheels

 I took her home the day that she was advertised

 He sais she leaked when it would rain

 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

 She's a rocket, she was made to burn

 

 Well whose junkpile piece of C-Chevelle is this?

 You boys come here to race or just kiss?

 Hmmm  Don't you want to 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 just to take my turn

 She was made for the straight aways

 She grew up hatin' 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 hears the angels sing

 We hit the curve and began to sail

 took out most of the saftey rail

 Even the cop asked me, "Man what you have in that thing?"

 

 I had a 455 rocket

 The very kind you drive

 You oughta watch yourself when you take that turn

 She was made for the straight aways

 She grew up hatin' Chevrolets

 She's a rocket, she was made to burn, burn

 Lord she's a rocket, she was made to burn