Lyrics:
My baby called me up, she saidWhy don't you come and take me outPick me up in your brand new carShake the short change from the old fruit jarPut on your dancing shoesHead straight for the rhythm and bluesThe music was hot but my baby was notI've got a rocket in my pocketWell, a finger in the socketNo way you can stop itI've got a rocket, I've got a rocketI don't understand that girlI can't explainShe got one foot on the platformAnd the other on the trainI've got a rocket in my pocketWell, a finger in the socketNo way you can stop itI've got a rocket, I've got a rocketI've got a rocket in my pocketWell, a finger in the socketNo way you can stop itI've got a rocket, I've got a rocket