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You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed, |
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One picked herself up an' the other one, she said: |
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\"Get your rocks off! |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)\" |
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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 and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said: |
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\"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)\" |
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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 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)\" |
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Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus. |
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All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin': |
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\"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) |
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Get your rocks off-a me!\" |
