Rockin` At The T-dance Lyrics

Rockin` At The T-dance lyrics

Take a trip with me in 1967

With Grissom, White, and Chaffee on a rocket ride to heaven

A dead-end date aboard AS-204

It was American made

Only the best for our boys

And we were rockin' at the T-Dance

Rockin' at the T-Dance



I had another date with a homecoming queen

I took her to the prom in Apollo 13

We orbit the moon

We couldn't get home

Little Queenie's mom was pissed 'cause her baby didn't phone

And we were rockin' at the T-Dance

Rockin' at the T-Dance



Well can I get this fixed today (it's not my job)

But I need it so bad (it's not my job)

Well triple-time is what I'll pay (it's not my job)

But I need it so bad



Take a trip with me to Kansas City MO

To the Hyatt House, to the big dance floor

You can still see the ghosts

But you can't see the sense 

Why they let the monkey go

And blamed the monkey wrench



And we were rockin' at the T-Dance

Rockin' at the T-Dance