Get Your Rocks Off lyrics

by Bob Dylan

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!`
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