Rocket In My Pocket Lyrics

-- Lowell George 

My baby called me up 
She said, "Why don't you ever take me out? 
Pick me up in your brand new car 
You shake the short change from your old fruit jar" 

I put on my dancin' shoes 
We headed straight for the rhythm and blues 
The music was hot, but my baby was not 

I've got a rocket in my pocket, I said rocket 
Ya fingers in the socket 
Fingers in the socket, fingers in the socket 

No way for you to stop it 
That rocket c'mon, you get off it oh 
Rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket, said rocket 

Don't understand that girl, I can't explain 
She got one foot on the platform, the other on the train 
I got a rocket in my pocket, yeah I said rocket 
Finger in the socket