Rocket In My Pocket Lyrics

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