Hot Red Rocket
Steamin? down the skyway ?tween Deimos an? Mars
Lookin? out the window at a sky full o? stars
Cruisin? with my lady an? I?m tryin? to be seen
In my hot red rocket...
With the star-bright sheen
Hot red rocket, star-bright sheen
Never has there been any rocket so mean!
Whoa, whoa! Hot red rocket, star-bright sheen
Cruisin? with my lady...
In her tight blue jeans
Tight blue jeans
Oh them tight, tight, tight, tight blue jeans
Carl Perkins #5 hit, June 1959
A Cold Space Tale by Dan "Pounce" Potter
Roger never in his life would have imagined that a space ship would be so loud before he took this job. Since then, he'd learned that sound is life. Where there is sound, there must be air - or at least gas - and that was much preferable to the silence of a vacuum.