Bob Dylan — Get Your Rocks Off

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