Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Skip, hop, and jump
Til you find you a rock
Til you find you a rock
That you want to copy
Copy the rock
Copy the rock
Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Til you find you a rock worth copying
Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Skip, hop, and jump
Skip, hop, and jump
You skipped and you hopped
and you jumped over so many rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock
So many rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock, rock, rock, rock
You skipped, hopped and you jumped
Until you found you a rock worth copying
Then you found out
Then you found out
Then you found out
Yes, you found out
You found out
You couldn’t copy a rock
You had no idea
Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Hey, til you find you a rock that was worth copying
Thought about Mother Earth going around
Mother Earth going around
The biggest rock
The biggest rock for human kind
The biggest rock
A rare, rare rock
Skip, hop, and jump
Over many rocks
Over many rocks
See I don’t know very much about
all the other planets
I don’t know nothing about Jupiter
I don’t know Mars or Venus
I don’t know Mercury
And I surely don’t know the moon
even though I see it
See it
I see it, hey
Skip, skip, skip, hop, and jump
Now you find a rock then you want to try to copy it
Copy it
I say players
Hey, human players
Hey, you humans playing around
You’ve been playing around
And I remember way back in the time
of rock ‘n’ roll
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock, rock, rock, rock
Then you saved me down to pop, pop,
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Then you made the rhythm turn into blues,
blues, blues, blues, blues, blues
Then you say with your news
All across the land
Extra! Extra! Extra!
Read all about it
Destroying the rock
Destroying the rock we love
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock of all the rockers
Trying to copy a rock
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Trying to copy a rock
Satellites are all so far from the ground
So far from Mother Earth going around
Listen at me
Satellites now with one eye
I remember when I was growing up
I used to look at Sinbad
Sinbad
And the one-eyed Cyclops
Yeah, one eyed Cyclops
Lived off in a rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
He would set a trap
With gold, silver, diamonds
Oh, pretty things
Pretty things that yet dug a hole
That he had dug a hole beyond the gold
I think about us humans digging our holes
Prying way down
Drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling
Drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling
When we got it all to the top
And we said we want to cop, cop, cop,
cop, cop, cop, copy a rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Copying a rock
Copying a rock
Thought about all the rock ‘n’ rollers
Thought about all the humans
Looked around on mother earth
At the rocks
If I gathered them all together it’d be a rock pile
Of tombstones
Of tombstones
Hey, hey, hey
The final rock
That all of us
Can get put upon us
The copying of the rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
rock, rock
Hey
Make me almost cry
Because I cannot copy the rock