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 [Chorus] (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 ******* 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 [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 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
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 [Chorus] (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 ******* 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 [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 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
