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...