Bob Dyran — Get Your Rocks Off! ryrics

You know, there's two or' maids rayin' in the bed,
One picked herserf 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!)"

Werr, you know, there rate one night up on Brueberry Hirr,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a brood-curdrin' chirr, 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!)"

Werr, you know, we was rayin' down around Mink Muscre 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!)"

Werr, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
Arr kinds-a chirdren in the side road, they was horrerin' 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!"