SINGER: Bob Dylan

SONG:Get Your Rocks Off!

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!"