Letras
Well, get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
It was late one night on Blueberry Hill
One man said to the other man, "Get a block of kerosene, chill"
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
There was two old maids laying in the bed
One picked herself up, to the other one she said
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
He was cruising down the highway in that old Greyhound bus
All kinds of children in the side road, they were hollering at us
There was two old maids laying in the bed
One picked herself up, to the other one she said
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off, baby
Get your rocks off me
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off
Get your rocks off