We Want a Rock by They Might Be Giants Where was i? I forgot The point that I was making I said if I was smart that I would Save up for a piece of string And a rock to wind the string around Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around If I were a carpenter id Hammer on my piglet, id Collect the seven dollars and id Buy a big prosthetic forehead And wear it on my real head Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want Prosthetic foreheads on their heads But everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the foreheads down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around

"I Am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel. A winters day In a deep and dark december; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. Ive built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. Its laughter and its loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Dont talk of love, But Ive heard the words before; Its sleeping in my memory. I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

Rock of Ages

Crocodile Rock by Elton John.

Rock around the Clock

One Tin Soldier(The Legend of Billy Jack). Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below. On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away. So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill. Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there." Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away. Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!" And they killed the mountain-people, So they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.

bob seger - like a rock

Jailhouse Rock by Elvis. Does that count?

My theory's build on nothing less Than geochem and righteousness; No rocks or strata have I seen, On isotopes alone I lean. On isotopes alone I stand, All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. I do my field work with ease, Collecting samples where I please - I only look for samples where There is a road to take me there. For trees and bogs I cannot stand - I will not map on sinking sand, I will not map on sinking sand. There's nothing so doth please my heart As data plotted on a chart; On graphs and figures I propound My theories brilliant and profound. Phase diagrams I understand, All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. No mafic rock is there on Earth Can hide the secret of its birth; Where other methods try and fail. Trace elements alone prevail. My faith I place in Pearce and Cann, All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. Tectonicists may laugh at me And scorn my geochemistry; My theories all are safe and sound - The source rocks hidden underground. My theories on the mantle stand - Disprove them if you think you can! Disprove them if you think you can!

Well it's not exactly all about a rock, but Regina Spektor's song "Ghost of Corporate Future" mentions licking a rock. Which I really like. "Maybe you should kiss someone nice, Or lick a rock, Or both."