Well we're big rock singers We got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go We sing about beauty and we sing about truth At ten thousand dollars a show We take all kinda pills That give us all kinda thrills But the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll getcha When you get your picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady Name a ******* Katie Who embroideries on my jeans I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy Drivin' my limousine Now it's all designed To blow our minds But our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll getcha When you get your picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smiling face On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies Who'll do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru Who's teachin' us a better way We got all the friends that money can buy So we never have to be alone And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rollin' Stone On the cover of the Rollin' Stone Gonna see my picture on the cover Gonna buy five copies for my mother Gonna see my smiling face On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Well we're big rock singers We got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go We sing about beauty and we sing about truth At ten thousand dollars a show We take all kinda pills That give us all kinda thrills But the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll getcha When you get your picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady Name a ******* Katie Who embroideries on my jeans I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy Drivin' my limousine Now it's all designed To blow our minds But our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll getcha When you get your picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smiling face On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies Who'll do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru Who's teachin' us a better way We got all the friends that money can buy So we never have to be alone And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rollin' Stone On the cover of the Rollin' Stone Gonna see my picture on the cover Gonna buy five copies for my mother Gonna see my smiling face On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
