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