*Lauging* I don't believe it Ah, ah, don't touch me Hey Ray - Hey sugar - Tell 'em who we are. Well we're 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 thousand dollars a show *Right* We take all kind'a pills The give us all kind'a thrills But the thrill we never know Is the thrill that'll gitcha 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's a very, very good idea* I gotta freaky old lady Named 'a cocaine Katy Who embroiders on my jeans I got my poor old gray haired daddy Driving my limousine Now it's all designed To blow our minds But our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll gitcha When you get your picture On the cover of The Rolling Stone (Chorus) *Hey! I know how. ROCK AND ROLL!!* *Oh, that's beautiful* We got a lot 'a little teenage Blue eye'd groupies Who'd do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru Who's teaching us a better way We've 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 Rolling Stone (Chorus) (Chorus) *I can see it now, we'll be right up front smilin'* *Ahh, beautiful*