It was late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
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'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 the bed,
One picked herself up to the other one she said:
We was cruisin' down the highway in an old Greyhound bus
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us:
'Get your rocks off!
Layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak: