Get Your Rocks Off
Bob Dylan
Well, get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
It was late one night on Blueberry Hill
One man turned to the other man with a blood-curdlin' chill
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
You know, there's two old maids layin' in their bed
One picked herself up, to the other one she said
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
We was cruisin' down the highway in an old Greyhound bus
All kinds of children in the side road, they were hollerin' at us
Layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek
One man turned to the other man, he began to speak
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
Get your rocks off...