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!"