Rocket In My Pocket - 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

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