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Mr. Smith had an Oldsmobile 
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Baby blue with wire wheels 
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He took her home the day that she was advertised 
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He said she leaked when it would rain 
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Sounded like an aeroplane 
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But I knew she was a jewel in disguise 
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She had a 455 Rocket 
 
The biggest block alive 
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I couldn't hardly wait just to take my turn 
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She was made for the straight aways 
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She grew up hatin' Chevrolets 
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She's a rocket, she was made to burn  
 
 
Well whose junkpile piece of Chevelle is this? 
Did 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 heard angels sing  
We hit the curve and began to sail 
Took out most 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 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. 
We do sing and play your USA music in Aussie Land.