| You know there’s two old maids layin' in the bed
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| One picked up an' the other one she said
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me
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| Well, you know there late one night up on Blueberry Hill
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| One man turned to the other man an' said with a blood curdlin' chill, he said
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me
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| Well, you know we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek
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| One man said to the other man he began to speak, he said
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me
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| Well, you know we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus
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| All kinds of little children on the sideroad they was hollerin' at us, sayin'
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off
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| Get your rocks off, get your rocks off-a me |