"Rocket In My Pocket" lyrics

I've got a rocket in my pocket, and a roll in my jeans
So baby, don't bug me with no phony scenes
There ain't a-nothing you can tell me I don't already know
I got a rocket in my pocket, and I'm rarin' to go

Come on, let's go someplace where we can rock a bit
I got a rocket in my pocket, and the fuse is lit, woo

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, woo
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, hey

Well, a two-in-one polish and three-in-one oil
You know a lot of lip flipping makes my bad blood boil
I ain't coming to listen, so tighten the scene
I got a rocket in my pocket and a roll in my jeans

Come on, let's go someplace where we can rock a bit
I got a rocket in my pocket, and the fuse is lit, woo

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, woo
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, hey

Well, you better tune in and get my signal right
Or there'll be no rocking a here tonight
There ain't nothing you can tell me I don't already know
I got a rocket in my pocket, and I'm rarin' to go

Come on, let's go someplace where we can rock a bit
I got a rocket in my pocket, and the fuse is lit, oh

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
One more time

No
Okay, wait, not rolling yet
Ah, ah, ah, ah
What are you doing?
No, we're recording, don't fuck it up, get the fuck out of here, or sit down
Sit down, Eric
Well, if you don't like it, then please leave, now
Man, nobody fucking stops a take of The Cramps in the fucking studio
Now get out of here, I mean it, get the fuck out
Can't stand here doing this fucking shit all night
Get outta here
I don't want nobody in here fucking, fucking me up
Hey, this costs me eighty bucks and hour, please leave
Aw, Jesus Christ
I am a musician, and I ain't gonna do anything anybody else tells me
Please, let me have my studio to myself