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!"