Cover of the Rolling Stone

Don't touch me. now

I'm gonna tell'em who we are



Well, we're big rock singers, we 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 right)



We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills

But the thrill we've never known



Is the thrill that it gets you when you get your picture on

The cover of the Rolling Stone



CHORUS:

(Rolling Stone) Gonna see my picture on the cover

(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for my mother

(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't really be blown



Like the blow that it gets you when you gettin' your picture on

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CHORUS



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

He's teaching us a better way



We 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



CHORUS



I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby!

Ah we're beautiful fellas!

I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful cover

I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,

Oh, we be smilin'....Beautiful!