| Lyrics: | You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
One picked herself up an' the other one, she
said:
"Get your rocks off!
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get
'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, there late one night
up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he
said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your
rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we
was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he
said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your
rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we
was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
All kinds-a children in the side road, they
was hollerin' at us, sayin':
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get
'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!" |
