Here's what I got.

"Chorus :
Rock my soul, with those Milneberg Joys. Oh yeah now rock my soul with those Milneberg joys.

My friends thought my woman was an actress- the way she would act. She made a livin' on a mattress flat out on her back.

(Repeat chorus)

Doctor wrote me a prescription, try'd to cure all my ills. I had a bad case of addiction to *rude jamaican thrills?* ( Could be talking about methadone and Jamaican heroin I guess. Rude would make sense because of the term "rude boy" in Jamaica)

(Repeat chorus)

Just an iddy bitty child when I first hit the pavement. I was the only skin on my block who spent my childhood in arraignment.

(Repeat chorus)

Went off to see the doctor, try'd to give myself a boost. He said "son, listen right here: you'd better cut all, cut all them cathouse blues."