Rocket in My Pocket Little Feat

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
Music was hot, but my baby was not

I've 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 the 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
I said rocket
A finger in the socket