Rocket In My Pocket

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're headed straight for the rhythm and blues

Music was hot, but my baby was not

I got a rocket in my pocket

I said rocket

Finger in the socket

No way for you to stop it

Got the rocket

Come on, you get off it

Oh, rocket

Said rocket, said rocket

Said, said rocket, said rocket

Don't understand that girl, no, I can't explain

She got one foot on the platform

And the other on the train

Got a rocket in my pocket

Yeah, I said rocket

A finger in the socket