Blow your horn, rocket, blow your horn.
Now that you've ridden in my Rocket '88. I'll be around every night about eight. You know it's great, don't be late. Everybody likes my Rocket '88. Girls will ride in style, movin' all along.
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Gianni is Daily Turismo's Pacific Northwest correspondent.