Bob Dylan - "Get Your Rocks Off" lyrics

by Bob Dylan
One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:

You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
"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!)"

One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
"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,
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
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-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