C'mon Bret
Don't touch me. now
Tell'em!
I'm gonna tell'em who we are
We were big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten million dollars a show (yeah sure)
We take all kinds of pills
That give us all kinds of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get you
When you get your picture on
The cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers
(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on the
Cover of the Rolling Stone
That sounds like a very very good idea
I got a freaky old lady
Named Cocaine Katie
Who embroiders all my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy
Driving my limousine
Now It's all designed
To blow our mind
But our minds won' really be blown
By the blow that'll get you
When you get your picture on the
Cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers
(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on the
Cover of the Rolling Stone
Hey I know how- Rock and Roll
We got a lot of
little teenage, blue eyes groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine
Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
I got all the friends
That money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer
But we can't get our picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
