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