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...